Lakeside Reflections

reflections of elm trees in the lake: Crescent Bay

Daily Note

Every day, a photograph, a poem. The lake in winter with an overcast sky is so dreary, yet the slight breeze rippled the reflection of the elm trees so that they looked like summer trees, full of leaves to provide shade. In reality, the elm trees in a row along the shore stand with strong dark trunks and leafless grey branches. There’s a campfire on the right and across the bay me, taking the picture on a bluff above Crescent Bay. Anglers our for an afternoon catch, children in tow and old men telling stories of fishing and hunting. I couldn’t really hear the story, only a word here and there — fish and deer– as Guthrie and I took the second walk for the dog today.

This bay could tell many stories– family gatherings and picnics on hot summer days, and the all season angler friends and families when weather doesn’t matter: it’s the fishing and the time together that matters.

We took our grandkids here almost daily when they stayed with us. That’s when the fishermen go elsewhere– too much swimming and laughter that scare away the fish. Dogs and kids swimming, floating on air mattresses, building sand castles, and running down the sand hill below the bluff on which I stand in the photo. Hours of play…cousin fun.

But today, I could only remember that time by those trees…. a poem…

Poetry

Lakeside Reflections

Winter elm trees tall on the shore
with strong trunks on alert,
barren of leaves, just grey branching
towards the overcast sky

slate blue water ripples in the breeze
the strong trunks inverted, on guard,
branches blurred foretelling of summer—
an image of its future: shade to satisfy.
Sheri Edwards
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Poetry/Photography