Summer Storm at the Lake

07 Jul

13.Sipseys Lake

Sipsey Lake

3X7 Watercolor

By – elizabethannjohnsonmurphree

Whistling winds are coming down from the mountain, leaves flutter, threatening waters lap against the shore.

At the shoreline there is a steady sloshing, the driving rain riddles the sand; foamy whitecaps are seen through the darkness of night. It is time to stop fishing! A cat runs across the path screeching, black rain covers us beating onto the cabins at the lake; alas, we left the fish basket behind. We dry ourselves, light a fire in the old stone fireplace and crawl into bed; we wait, we listen; the storm is bending trees and flattening summer flowers, we cover our heads as the storm swells outside. A sudden shutter and the roof lifts from the cabin that is soon replaced by a fallen pine-tree; breathing heavily we move closer to each other; this is the first day of our vacation!


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Posted by on July 7, 2015 in Poetry


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One response to “Summer Storm at the Lake

  1. TheBraceletWriter

    July 11, 2015 at 5:36 pm



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