Three days of steady rain pummeling the cabin's roof. This morning it has slowed to a soft hiss. The break comes in late afternoon, the wind gentling, spots of sun breaking though, clouds turning white, the surface mirroring the sky.
A gray heron rests on the red canoe. As I approach, it lifts off, wings tapping paired ripples.
My paddle dips & rises in a steady rhythm, stirs reflections of cloud and mountain. Water drips off, becomes lake again.
skimming
the surface
red dragon fly
A gray heron rests on the red canoe. As I approach, it lifts off, wings tapping paired ripples.
My paddle dips & rises in a steady rhythm, stirs reflections of cloud and mountain. Water drips off, becomes lake again.
skimming
the surface
red dragon fly
by Ray Rasmussen
Edmonton, Alberta, Canada
first published in Ink, Sweat & Tears, Wed., 23 May 2007
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