It was Monday and my feet felt itchy. They longed to be back on the trail so I headed for Crawford Lake with my friend Christine Guzman, a poet. After our walk Christine put her pen to paper and she has allowed me to share her poem here. magdalena
Crawford Lake Musings
grey, threatening skies,
trees bare of their leaves
nature in reflection
between two seasons.
The bounty of colours have left us
drawing attention to life’s bare bones
brilliant green moss carpeting rocks,
finding moisture in cracks and crevices
cling on to life
and flourish against all odds.
ghosts of their strong pasts
that demonstrate nature’s adapting
a wire fence
integrated into the tree’s growth.
Another tree fallen,
demonstrate that roots
need to grow deep
to hold on during the turbulances of life.
As nature pauses
in myriad ways,
I reflect, so can I.
by christine guzman