Lake House Trilogy: Part II - the dock at the lake house

at the lake house:
before I became aware 

of your sandaled footsteps 

on the dock, where I sat – 

in dreamy kick-splashes, the air 

was faintly tinged 

with the scent of irish spring soap, 

on warm pacific range breezes, 

and I knew that you were near

I was cradled,

in the blue yonder of sky 

and etched mountains 

and the tree encircled sketched 

azure lake, and as I 

created undulating water rings, 

artfully, with my toes 

and drank the moment 

in small, lingering sips 

of iced perrier

I felt your hands on my hair 

and your fingers wrap 

round my cheeks 

to the edges of my lips 

and so, I tipped my head back 

and looked up at you:

with your head in the clouds

  

photo:  Pinecrest Lake Dock – W. Bourke

© 2014 Wendy Bourke