Lake Morning, Solstice
A Japanese watercolor—
the lake still, one grebe gliding
mountains twice, Longs,
Meeker, the Mummy Range, Indian
Peaks. Cottonwood seeds speckle
the surface, a dotted Swiss dream
of summer. Aside from our paddles
dripping, this floating world is quiet.
We pause to meditate, as the almost
level light of sun coming gently
insists. The word perfecthovers
like a blue dragonfly. Our
voices murmur. Mine, of how the wall
of the canyon catches the sun. Yours,
of light on the Palisades.
We’ve said these things before, but some words
bear repeating. Even our canoe
#liveloveland is celebrating Loveland Poetry Month this April by sharing words written by local poets! A new Loveland Poet Laureate program has been established, and Veronica Patterson is both its namesake and its first laureate. Go #liveloveland this month by reading some local poetry! Tell us about what you’re reading by tagging us with #liveloveland #poetry on social media.