The Lake

Bare feet
                        meet thirsty grass
                        under the melting patches of snow
                        Icy waters
                        rippling against the wind
                        bringing the songs of the geese
                        within the tranquility
                        of the end of winter
                        A child cries out
                        joyful to be so near
                        able to touch
                        if only for the moment
                        willing to explore
                        if only from afar -
                        his attention as fleeting
                        as the moon upon the rising sun
                        Hours pass
                        Nature reigns wonder
                        and stillness
                        within the smallest detail
                        of silent beauty
                        Peace abounds
                        in an afternoon at our lake