The Day of Rest
No cloud this afternoon on a late August Monday.
Last Mountain Lake’s placid waters shimmer.
Trees resting on the gentle rise across the way
Display green mantles already fringed with gold.
The peaceful warm sun warms the cottage deck
Joe silently spends the holiday reprieve
Reading in cool shade under the northern eave.
What a difference a day makes. Yesterday
Birds battling seriously at the back door feeder
Pelicans soaring, diving past the front windows
Seagulls skimming the wave washed shore
Frothy from brassy seventy five passing boats or more
And one water ski doo buzzing endless circles in the bay.
Thank you God for the tranquility of today.