With my back to the west
I must face the east and
In the morning it is bright
On some days you see the
Sunrise and on other days
You stare at the glare it
Causes as it tries to brake
Through the clouds
The lake looks cold with
The wind coming from
The southeast the waves
Appear parallel to the shore
It is a lovely visual and as
The sun breaks through
We see the birds flying
Happily and hear their
Songs which syncopate
With the rustle of the leaves
Nature is powerful but
Most of the time remains
Gentle and considerate.
You might say, if it had
Emotions. It is still cool
For the middle of June
Warnings came for an
Afternoon storm. We
Take what comes and
Are happy to be here
In the Garden of Paradise
We will not be tempted
By any dark angel to
Abandon our beliefs
And fall into witchcraft
The geese are slowly
Swimming to their feeding
Ground which is on a
Sandbar about two hundred
Yards out from shore
Their instincts sometimes
Supersede our thought out
Intentions. So it goes
Stanski
June 15, 2022. ^
Steve Haarman 