This morning Goose Lake reminds me of the poem I wrote about such a morning in my one and only e-book, GOOSE LAKE, A YEAR IN THE LIFE OF A LAKE. Here’s the Amazon link if you’re interested. https://www.amazon.com/s?k=goose+lake+david+l+harrison&ref=nb_sb_noss The book is illustrated by Sladjana Vasic. The foreword was written by Sylvia Vardell and Janet Wong. GOOSE LAKE is priced at $1.99.
A NEW DAY
Some mornings know how to get it right. Across the lake treetops blush scarlet at the new dawn. Light strips black bedclothes and the new day rushes in fresh and barelegged.
A dove in a maple sings, “Who are you? Who? Who? Who?” A sparrow snatching a nervous breakfast at our feeder chirps with its mouth full. A robin captures a walnut tree and brags loudly of its conquest. Down-lake a sapsucker picks up drilling where it left off yesterday.
Hackberry trees, their new leaves curled in pale green rolls, look like they’re getting ready for a spring prom. The last dawdling skunk plods off toward the woods to sleep off the night’s foraging. Goose Lake, first thing in the morning, is at its best.
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.
(c) 2011 David L. Harrison, all rights reserved
Published GOOSE LAKE, A YEAR IN THE LIFE OF A LAKE, 2011