Morning On Janzen Lake
misted lake,still as glass,
mirroring the trees and cabins.
beginning to chatter
at my arrival at the shore.
raven clearly announcing the day,
solitary man fishing,
silently gliding through the water in his canoe,
skimming the surface,
floating in his own space,
savouring his private feast for the soul,
emerging out of the cloud
as the sun is rising over the mountain,
magically lifting and erasing the lake fog.
loon flying overhead on gentle wings,
his forlorn call crying and echoing
off the sheer rock face cliff
rising above the water's edge,
capturing time eternal.
dawn's pristine moments
frozen in my mind.