Light Rising
Ancient woods nestle softly,
Beneath their down of glistening snow.
Imperceptibly, the Adirondack Dome rises,
The cloaked giant ascends,
Reaching toward the North Star, shining star,
Over millions of years.
Durant’s trains are silenced now,
And the logging camps are dormant.
But the mountains live and the conifers breathe.
Chains of lakes sparkle like glittering molten glass,
Moose River Plains run wild,
Animals forage and the black bear sleeps,
Sheltering, waiting.
Pines dressed in white lacy skirts surround
Wooden Camps glowing warmly from within.
This is the season of peace,
Of hope, of continuity, of life cherished,
Of expectancy,
Of renewal by a blessed light rising,
Making all one,
As it has always done.
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❤️?❤️ Many Thanks & Happy Holidays to you & yours Ethan!
You have a gift, Annette. Thanks for sharing it with us.
You are so kind and encouraging Jim! Thank you and Walt and I wish Happy Holidays to you, Linda and family!
Love your poems, Annette, keep them coming. This one made me guess you have been up to Limekiln Lake this winter.
I have enjoyed researching Verplanck Colvin’s travels in our region of the Adirondacks- I have a log cabin up on Twitchell Lake in Big Moose- and he had some very interesting explorations at and around Limekiln Lake.
My sons are avid fishermen, and Limekiln is one of their places to try.
Thanks,
Noel
9 Twitchell Lake
Big Moose, NY 13331
Hi Noel ( great name for a great season!?). Thank you for your read, lovely words and for sharing your memories! No, haven’t been up to Limekiln in the winter. Our Camp isn’t heated?unfortunately. But friends around the lake share their winter pictures & experiences with us so we’re lucky. I wish you a wonderful Christmas and healthy, Happy New Year!