el lago

i have a place, where you live
hidden from others’ view
between the trees, down the path,
to the restless lake we go,
obscured by distance and the
certainty of impossibility.

strip away his failings
and the quickening of your
dancing heart, be still, lovely.
slip beneath the surface
and guide me to your secrets.
together, we shall make waves
to rock their autumn shores.

17 Comments

  1. Beautiful picture and I like the poem!

    1. Thank you very much.

  2. No fair. You post a beautiful, enticing poem and then pair it with a gorgeous autumn scene such that doesn’t exist within a 1000 miles of where I live and leave me unattended. Truly, the stilling in my heart might easily have been my last. Okay, I’ll breath deep and appreciate your talent, an easy smile forming where the awe was a moment before. Thank you. 🙂

    1. Christina, what a lovely compliment. Thank you so much.

  3. ericaatje says:

    Really beautiful. I love autumn colors together with this poem. 😉

    1. Thanks. I think I spent all of 10 minutes on the poem. This lake is one of my favorite places.

      1. ericaatje says:

        That’s a quicky then!!! 😉
        It’s the lake in the picture you mean? You’ve shot it?

        1. Yes. This is my photo, from a lake a few kilometers from my home.

          1. ericaatje says:

            It’s beautiful!

  4. EagleAye says:

    That’s lovely.

  5. Ishaiya says:

    Oh my Mr.Jones….

    1. Is that “oh my” or are you staking a claim? 🙂

      1. Ishaiya says:

        No it was an “oh my”, but I did read it the other way too when I posted the comment, realising how it might be read instead without that cheeky little comma 🙂

        1. Yeah, that was an “Did you eat grandma?” kind of statement. Those commas save misunderstandings. 🙂

          1. Ishaiya says:

            Maybe the misunderstanding was also implied 😉

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