Forgotten Lake

By Richard L. Provencher

Wed, 01 Feb 2012
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is viewed by sunset’s breath, a quilt
of fire as mosquitoes
skitter in random flight

dashing themselves as pinpricks
of movement
against lake’s surface--

a surrounding forest
is a welcome mat for visitors,
our tent solitary among
familiar silhouettes

where bullfrogs burp, loons
lament and coyotes howl
as servers within Nature’s menu.

Owls hoot, deer call loved ones
and rabbits escape into balls of fur

the land alive, a symphony.

© Richard L. Provencher

Certificate U
POETRY - A Passage of Motion 2
Nature

Comments

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on
And what a beautiful symphony you describe in this poem Richard. I just loved all the descriptions of every line. Thankyou for sharing this one. Jenny.

 

Submitted by Richard L. Prov... on
Thank you so much, Jenny. My memories of such adventures will never escape me. This lake nestled among a low range of hills was undiscovered by myself until my feet met the shoreline. An echo of conversation took place in my heart and the scene breathtaking. Nova Scotia is filled with such visions. Enjoy the moment. Richard LP
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Submitted by scratch on
Beautifully observed images communicated in economic an transporting language. Thank you Richard.

 

Submitted by Richard L. Prov... on
Thank you, Scratch. Today, snow fell again and reminds me of the many times I snow-shoed through the outdoors, with Algonquin shaped prints following me. Richard LP
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