BY THE LAKE
I sat still beside the lake early on a spring morn,
Just after the birds awoke at the approach of dawn,
The mist made ethereal patterns in the cool air,
The smell of spring arriving was everywhere.

The ice had left the lake and mirror-like it shone
As it was gently kissed by the first rays of the sun
Breaking the mist, making mini-rainbows here and there,
Just me, the birds and a waft of spring so fair.

In the forest the scent of pine came quite strong,
New shoots sending pine cones to join last years throng,
New grass showing around some mighty tree bole found,
And nature is alive with many sized creatures sounds.

Then I saw some otters playing tag while they ate,
The beaver busy building with an industrious mate,
Two tiny chipmunks prancing along the branch of a tree,
And the birds spring carols being sang just for me.

I sat still beside the lake engulfed in natures power,
I could not tell if I was there minutes or many an hour,
I just know that we melded, the lake, birds, nature and me,
And of all weariness, pain and sorrow I was set free.

M Ann Margetson May 14, 2002