Canoe
skimmed the still
Reflecting
the rock walls
That
captured my breathing
And
echoed it back to me
In
lyrical tunes I hadn’t heard before
And
haven’t known since
This
was serenity
Letting
nature guide me
Slowly
gliding along
Past
woody expanses
Aspens
and evergreens
Rising
from pine needle carpet
Padded
paws rushing
Beneath
coyote calls
Singing
Sunday evening vespers
To
Mother Nature’s wonder
As
sun set to the bullfrogs
Lily
pad love songs
And
fish nipped the lake surface
Ringing
gentle ripples
That
I leant into
Pushing
back the idea of time
Closing
my eyes
Rejoicing
in the symphony of life
Knowing
the true meaning of fortune
E.A. O'Connell
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