The sun was not up when I arose.It lay sleeping, the clouds were close.The sky was shot with pink and grey,With a hint of promise of a new day.
Spring was coming to Bow Lake,With a hint of what the day would make.But now it was a false dawn.All was silent and still asleep.
A quiet world, but yetNature was poised for a great leapOf bird song, and frog croaking.Insects humming hungrily and dragonflies gliding.
The wind was calm, the lake mirrored the heavens.A Special moment of solitude, reflection and wonder.The loon family emerged, skating effortlessly across the lake,Fishing so quietly, water the only testimony to their wake.
My coffee in hand with steam and aromaAwakened my contact with nature.The sun tentatively sent its first beams of light.A gentle breeze…