Skyline Lodge

Hum of a fly


as it hovers and lands on my leg.

Not a cell phone, vibrating.

A dragonfly woosh-es by and

a hummingbirds’ wings whirl.

Clouds promising a storm

peacefully pass and reveal

mountains in the distance.

Below, the pond reflects

blue-green branches of

black spruce.

Green lily-pads, flowering,

quietly float on the surface.

First yellow leaves

dot the still water.

Still waiting for a moose.

One response to “Skyline Lodge

  1. Lovely poem! I could just imagine being there…

    instead i’m stuck here in Brooklyn, cell phones vibrating all too often…

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