Is there anything better than sunset
Viewed from a kayak on a quiet lake?
Not sure how much more lucky one gets
Being able to take this nature break.
Sunlight for exploring, there’s a ton yet
But people head in for their burgers and steak
Perhaps to care for a homebound fun pet
Leaving only me, the herons and drake.
Silhouettes and ripples and reflections
Take shape as the sun slowly yields to night
Bugs, frogs, and bird songs rise in perfection
And bat acrobatics start to delight.
It’s here I feel a natural connection
Made possible by the pending twilight.
(A Sicilian Sonnet)
Road trip dreams post work-day reality
Planning the vacation but not too much
Where might we bike hike kayak camp and such
So grateful for our commonality.
Work week starts and vacation brain sets in
With each passing day focus is lacking
Mind wanders to long days of backpacking
We can’t wait until the journey begins.
The week will go by too fast we are sure
Dreaming and planning extend our short break
Thinking of it each moment we’re awake
Oh, how many more workdays to endure?
We have maps and guides but won’t let them reign
There’s just one plan: to avoid the mundane.
(An Australian Sonnet)
Our for a paddle finding wild fruit
Kayak hulls knock against rocky shoreline
When we see the shrubs we make a beeline
Summer adventure with a snack to boot
Everything tastes better fresh from the source
And these small sweet dark berries hit the spot
It’s difficult not to grab the whole lot
Have to remember they’re all the birds’ got
One for us three for them without remorse
St. George Lake offers scenery for days
And many small islands to circumvent
Didn’t even need insect repellent
On Maine’s water with fruit we are content
Until the next time we paddle and graze
(An American Sonnet)
Summer Afternoon Lake Paddle
On the water
Going with the flow
Reflections, reflecting, making waves, floating, gliding, moving silently
Paddle dips, left side, right side
(A Pi-Archimedes Poem)
The Longest Day
With desire to view
The shortest night’s debut
We’re on the lake at twilight
From the seats of our boats
Time flying as we float
Sky shifts from washed-out to bright
A rainbow sans the arc
Daylight morphs into dark
We paddle into the night
(A Balassi Stanza)