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Spirit of the Lake

If you are a warm weather early bird out for a walk and happen to pass the shores of Prospect Lake, you might just spy a lone kayaker gliding on the misty morning water shrouded hand in hand with the flora and fauna that welcomes her.

 

Egremont newcomer Chris Baral shares with us her quiet moments on our precious lake. Poem and photographs by Chris Baral.

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I enjoy kayaking just before the break of day when the water is still. The world is quiet and peaceful except for the sound of the awakening birds. It is a time of true reflection. The lake reflects and so do I.
Whether the changing colors of sunrise,  the ever shifting clouds, or happening upon the foraging heron, each day brings the promise of something new.


In morning, everything is possible.

Chris Baral in her kayak on Prospect Lake.

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Spirit of the Lake

She is the spirit
of the
sun and the sky

and the
standing people

over

lakebed
flyover

frond, fern
and
feather

she watches
she worries
she waits

she is birth
she is bird

she is burl
she is birch

her keen eye
ever astute

she is grounded
she has wings

alluring
entrancing
encompassing

she is
wonder and warmth

she is
wise

ever watchful
she lures me
into her
waters

as she cradles me in her strong
mother
arms

of outstretched
branches
and
plumes

She rocks back and forth with the waves

singing soft
lullabies

and
humming sweet anthems
of
peace
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