The Bald Eagle perching on a bare limb
on the west shore
between Third and Second lakes-
(Uh-huh..THAT property.)

The smell of pine, somehere, a fireplace; 
- and walking to get that newspaper isn't too bad after all.

The sudden beating of a Blue Heron's Wings -
then wondering who was more startled.

SIsterhoods woven
in America's
oldest continuing camp for girls

Crazy as a loon
for her, even after
all these years.

 
Skinny dips
and all the other things grandparents
aren't supposed to be doing anymore. .

Walks without cellphones,
watches , nor destination.
Like a trillium in a clearing
Just there, for no reason

!

Friendships, like the pine,
that grow but a summer at a time,

Looking up through the whispering trees,
your heart reaching for the sky.

.A smile, a laugh,
a fleeting sparkle in the water,
a moment for ever.