AHEM.....
Untitled: A Lake District poem
Nicole
The clouds conceal the sun’s effulgent rays
From the meadows of green and lake below.
Oh lightless day, how you tighten your grip
Just once let sun and earth touch cheek to cheek!
But no, the gray wall stands firm against sun’s
stamp, as the little boy sits steadily
Perched on the time-worn rock separating
The hustle of man and pure hand of God.
Looking back towards the road discouraged
His journey yet finished, time’s presence
too present, he picked up his parcel to go,
Glancing at the lake once more he saw it,
A moment in time, captured once and stored
Forever. The gray wall relinquished its
Throne, passage for the sun was settled.
Joy found the boy’s face a welcoming grace.
Grass and tree, lake and hillside shown brilliant
Dancing upon them the sun’s rays brought life
As the lake made mirror produced a scene
For both little boy and heavens to watch.
