Welcome

to a perfect day

in a perfect little park

here by the lakeshore . . .

Where Clouds

move and mesmerize

ever changing

riding the sky . . .

Glowing Fires

lift the cooking smoke

into the sunlight

through grand old trees . . .

Cheering waves

translate human voices

into whispered nothingness

and gratefully so . . .

Sailboats bob

as a lone gull rises and falls

gentle waves paw

and pet the beach . . .

Lost to All the World

the children play the waves

as the waves lovingly

play back . . .

And All Who Come

come to believe

in the warm-blanket trance

of the lakeshore . . .