Coastpoet

There is a lake in another time
where small waves
gently caress the rocky shore
and where a lonely cabin stands
by the tall trees
proud in their mighty climb.
It is where the long grass moves
back and forth
telling of a life that was
and is no more.

Coastpoet November 15, 2009

Morning darkness
burns away
in the streaming sunlight.

Colours move
in a waking dance
as life has its

familiar step.
It is time
to greet another day.

©Coastpoet

By the lake
the winter afternoon
held its chill

as small waves
pounded an endless beat
against the muddy shore.

It was a quiet time
for friends to walk
and know their moment of caring.

©Coastpoet