Poem 1: water
Water everywhere! By the lake I sit, ripples forming from my feet dangling off the dock, waves formed by boats break against the shore. The grass gleams in the morning dew, clouds race heavy and laden overhead. The sun is a seldom seen visitor peeking once or twice then hiding behind its veil of storm clouds and mist again. It is summer, summer in the Appalachian mountains of upstate NY, more bright but never too hot, water is everywhere I see.