On a Lake in Vermont – poem

Somehow had never visited the Green Mountain State, but spent the past week there giving lectures and touring around. Oh my how beautiful! Re this poem that emerged from a sojourn alongside Morey Lake (pictured).

Low hills mirrored in water like glass.

A cloud sliver paces its twin.

Swallows swerve for bugs, their paired reflections swimming,

brush strokes that tatter the otherwise limpid calm.

Loon song evinces a quaver in the curtain

chorus of those I mourn.

A yodeled incantation:

It is this way today while you are here

and will be when like us you are gone.

#Poem #Vermont