Jun 08 2008
Mountain Lake
Published by 
J Scott at 8:24 pm under poetry corner
The day starts as it ends the prior, like honey seeps through the atmosphere. A little time where the water beings in the moutains, shading the precious pool with evergreens and oaks should alleviate the goo from the brains and skins grown listless in the oven. The drive into the apex is warm but a finger touches of slightly cooler air run across my skin. The road is paved in obsidian.
Trees extend their welcoming branches across the road forming a green canopy suitable of a bride to come through. At the lake, splashes and more splashes conincide with freindlty screams and laughter of children. A moving mirror it sits, the water looks cool. One toe in and it is cool but the refreshing kind of cool like pink lemonade on a triple h day. Slowly moving forward then sumerge and rise again and for a moment the world is at peace.
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