The Rising Of The Lake
Posted by restorel66 on October 23, 2009
Early morning, the lake is rising.
A shroud of mists veils
sullen surface tensions and conceals
murky passions.
A cold and weary night withdraws
from the slight granite moon
hung high, despite approaching dawn.
The hunkered sun, provoked and taunted,
once again confronts the darkness;
languid vapors, daunted, turn to run.
A forlorn host winks shyly
and nods to the yellow spy
now preparing to reveal
blue bright sky.
Generous, drab, the lake donates
an evolving portrait:
The Triumphant Return
(of wind and light, cloud and song).
Strains of “No Night There” are ringing
twixt the glints and ruffles of the offered painting.
