September 28, 2020
Ever the early riser, I am always itching to pop down to the lake to see what is happening. Given that sunrise is around 7:45 AM at this time of year, I really did not need to rush.
Soft breeze fanning azure surface
of this lake of sublime purpose.
Lots of time for quiet repose
as local loons put on a show.
Across the water, flashes gold,
this peaceful view never gets old.
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