Sun and shadow
twist upon Lake Lindley's path,
display spring's fine muted tapestry
of leaf and limb
as birdsong and bicycles
Pedal boats bob gem-like
upon the stillness
of late Monday afternoon,
a pair of ducks the only ripple.
by Margaret Bednar, April 18, 2016
You're Invited to Listen: https://soundcloud.com/margaret-elizabeth-bednar/lakeside
Also linking with "Imaginary Garden with Real Toads - The Tuesday Platform"
I must beg forgiveness - I have two poetry challenges from last week I need to visit and comment on. I am in the middle of two musical productions - my daughters are in - "Thoroughly Modern Millie" and "Mary Poppins" and this keeps me hopping. I was able to get out for a three laps around the lake today - and jot down his quick little 44 word poem.
It also means I have "sole duty" of Oberon, our horse, and I "have to" to get out to the barn and make sure he is brushed (spring is a huge shedding time) and exercised. "Poor" me.
If I don't find time before this Saturday morning, I will finally be sitting down Saturday morning to visit and comment on all the prompts I have participated in from last week and this week. I'll enjoy my coffee (I'm trying to give it up during the week) and poetry reading.