
stunted pines
grow from the granite
green and thick

stunted pines
grow from the granite
green and thick

the lake lies ahead,
but my eye settles upon
the blossoms

atop the cascade
sits a still pool,
burbling

across the lake
the pines stand straight
as hairs on end

trees stripped bare -
the walker, once hidden,
is exposed to sky

on one leg,
the sneaking heron
eyes the water

a tulip poplar
stands beside the lake
in the warm sun

two geese feed
around a bench long
vacated

lakeshore ducks
with heads turtle-tucked
against autumn winds

a rustic shack
sits upon the hillside;
the glade, its porch