Morning Winds at Kilbourne Lake
Loons calling
Misty Morning fog rising
Waves on the lake ripple toward the ancient rock at shore
Chimney smoke rising
Maude’s voice quietly calling from past years and today
Boys and girls up early rambling on the rocks and mossy path fishing poles in hand- minnow dangling
Hydro line steady reflecting on the lake
wind blowing in the now evergreen-ing pines -
towering higher now
The walk to the bog - variety and colorful mushroom variety on the way/ snakes as well, black and yellow fellow
Lilly pad flowering for a time /
“The beauty of a flower is that it fades” * - my heartbeat skips at this/ though I know it’s true
Through the Years
Like time lapse photos- quickly pass in a beautiful blur
Photographs I hope never fade/ Life
The Fleeting quality, value,
Impermanence / appreciation
Again, a toast is made to the One, and to the ones who served and gave that we could enjoy this day -
Gone before us but present in every eye, smile and Whippoorwill singing
Lifting high a toast in gratitude and honor and remembrance
“Cherish every moment,
Fleeting life under the sun”
Meteor showers around a colorful fire, laughter, mountain pies, and s’mores
Wolf calls in the mid of night
Cool morning sunrise, fresh cup to fill,
again and again
Finite lives, cherishing each moment
“glueing the past and the present together"
You've been to the place where time and memory join
You stand on The Rock and feel the morning winds at Kilbourne
Morning Winds at Kilbourne Lake, Glimpse poetry by Joe Holuta
* Steve Leder, the beauty of what remains
About this poem- Morning Winds at Kilbourne Lake is a poem about a camping trip to the Boone camp on Kilbourne Lake in wilderness of Canada. Decades ago, we traveled with Zella Maude and Wes Boone. We traveled with children and grandchildren on our own today and carry on some precious memories and experience that enlivens and quickens the soul. The air, the food, the fire, the hikes, loon calls, the drive-through Beaver Pond, all contribute to recalling again our ancestry, and also the struggle to make great things happen realizing the effort they made and trying to continue to the next and the next forever generations. - Joe Holuta
Additional poem on previous trip
https://glimpsepoetry.blogspot.com/2022/09/lakeside.html
