My love for living on a lake remains one of the highlights of each day. When I get up, I walk through the house toward the kitchen for coffee without turning on a switch. That way I see the water in the natural dusky light of predawn.
This is the time of year when the geese seem restless. Many of them disappear during the day only to return to Goose Lake in the evening, issuing loud cries as they circle and glide in for a watery landing.
I know the time is coming when squadrons of geese will take off, one after another, leaving the lake to the ducks. Many of those same birds will return to spend the winter here but something deep within tells them it’s time to migrate so they must go through the motions of leaving.
Many of you know of my e-book of poems and prose about this quiet, lovely little lake. I have dubbed both the lake and the book GOOSE LAKE. The book is available on Barnes & Noble and Amazon for $1.99. GOOSE LAKE was illustrated by Sladjana Vasic and formatted by her husband, Milos.The foreword was written by Sylvia Vardell and Janet Wong.
I haven’t posted a sample for quite a while so here’s the first one in the collection.
Sometimes skunks cross our yard
when it’s too dark to see black fur.
Their white bands jiggling up and down
seem to glow like skeleton bones
out to trick or treat.
This summer we saw
a mother of seven
doing her best to keep her kids
from wrestling in the street.
I wonder how many
passed their babyhood lessons,
advanced to mischievous youngsters
who may, as I sit here sniffing the air,
be target practicing
at a horrified
— David L. Harrison