milky white with a slight blue hue.
the lake does not beckon like
a wood fire might.
it is a great day for a nap,
a sojourn to a mindful place
on the way to a blissful sleep,
almost a parallel for
the greens are still green
but against the distant shore,
from here, they are black.
a sharp line divides
the slight-blue-hue from
the milk-white sky
by the water’s edge…
the whole scene is recreated
in the reflection.
dazes like this generate a longing
mixed with a nostalgia, a remembering
of my dog, fur-headed, velvet-eared,
rubber-nosed creature that loved
to spend these lazy daze with me,
at home, wrapped in a blanket of
thought leading to pencil sketched
worlds of water-colored memories.
she is still here, though I can not
touch her fur, I can still smell her
wet paws as she muddies her way
to nuzzle her nose in my lap.
milky, watered eyes blur the
light outside my window. She
is the stillness, now.