In This Perfect Moment
Let us sojourn, amid sentient, sentinel pines.
Let us sit and pass the time, forgetting all care,
Sharing our true natures, and smiling confidences,
Under the shelter of a weathered porch,
In sleepy, soft shade of a sultry, summer second.
Let us talk in this brief, perfect moment,
Amid the chatter of busy squirrels,
And the lulling drone of hummingbirds hovering,
Amid the sound of children running down stone steps
Of Camps of generations, to waiting lakes below.
So many lakes, First, Raquette, Indian, Big Moose, more,
Teardrops of past errant glaciers, all,
And Limekiln reigns regally, clad in grandeur of diamonds
And fern lace. Feel her calm,
As she bathes sandy shores in gentle waves and wake.
Feel her calm,
Let it infuse us, as we sit and pass the time,
With sun peering at us gently over a sea of high peaks,
Bathing us in light,
In this, so perfect, moment.
Thank you, Annette.
My pleasure. Thanks to you always Jim.
Many thanks Ethan.
I linger by the woodstove warmth in January and thru your poem linger by an adirondack lake …. Last summer and feel the calm today.
Thank you much.