|
 SHADOWS............
Elizabeth
Howard, US
From
the cafe window, I view the lake, coves reaching into the hump-backed hills
like giant green fingers. Stark oak shadows slant down the hills to lacy willows
at water's edge.
a
canvasback dives
pops up downstream
near a tree snag
Brown
leaves, weary of winter, lift and sail after swallows flitting over the water,
orange throats glinting in the sun. High overhead, hawks kettle, riding the
thermals. I think of children at the fair, the joy of merry-go-round and Ferris
wheel, the jingle of music. Skittish Canada geese skim the water honking, goose
shimmer blending with lake shimmer.
wind
rising
a lone fisherman
battles the white caps |
