Wild Cape Photography
My Canoe hits the water with a splash,
The water is calm and still like glass,
Loons call out, setting the tone for this natural Mass.
That vernal sun ran across the fading sky,
Deep burgundy washing away man’s need to lie,
A perfect show no money could buy.
They danced along the margin line,
Floating along the air divine,
Reminding us of beauty sublime.
Bright sunbeam yellow bobbing in the breeze,
Making life feel so deeply at ease,
Daffodils announcing spring and aiming to please.
The rains fell from heaven above,
Gently kissing the feathers of a Mourning Dove,
A rainy day filled with beauty and love.
The sun hid its gentle warmth,
And powerful winds blew from the north,
But the day’s beauty changed me henceforth.
It was not one that others would remark,
Indeed some would call it damp and dark,
But to me, it seemed perfect as I listened to the singing of a Lark.
Osprey feathers sway in the golden light
as the heat of the day gives into cool night
those were the days of youth, so grand
where time stretched on like endless sand.
Now as winter beings to descent
the spring air calls to repent
for the ice and snow
soon that summer wind will blow.