Goose Lake

Hi everyone,

Now and then I tell you about the lovely small lake behind our house. A number of homes are built around the focal point of this lake which, as far as I know, has no official name. Lately I’ve been writing about the lake and have dubbed it Goose Lake for obvious reasons to anyone who is familiar with the place.

Yesterday morning I took a picture of Goose Lake with the sun rising across the water. I wanted to share it with you. Last week we had a brief visit by a bald eagle. What a magnificent sight! I wrote about that experience too.

For now, here’s the sunrise. If you would like to see other pictures, I have many.

Face smooth from sleep
the lake awakens,
dabs on rouge –
a gift of the rising sun –
and opens for business.

Two ducks rippling
across the surface
begin to write the day.

rubberman Tomorrow night is the cutoff for this month’s Word of the Month poems. Don’t get left out!