His canoe is launched with the rising sun
as it first warms the coldest rock
on the highest peak,
and then lets warmth trickle
down the mountainside.
The lake, too frigid to move,
is a frozen picture.
His canoe glides forward
with a reverent hiss.
The paddle enters
and leaves the water
with a soft splash and drip.
The forward movement
as quiet as church ushers.
Behind him the lake works
to restore order.
Fawns edge the lake.
A single eagle fills the sky.
Fall paints masterpieces on the lake.
He sees her canoe and waves.
She waves back.
She points to the deer.
He signals shared appreciations and
directs her eyes to the eagle.
They move closer,
share thoughts and
move on together.
Two canoes become a raft
as they see the day mature.
They move to shore to
watch the day die
in a camera-ready sunset.
They share the glories of the day.
Their fire dies
as they talk.
No need for sleep.
Again the wind has forgotten to blow
and leaves the morning cold on the lake.
Again the sun warms.
Again the fall colors are
on the canvas.
Again the deer and the eagle
are in place.
Their canoes head North and South.
Complete solitude again
as two canoes become
part of the silent lake.