The Sun today gentle,
soothing to the skin
unlike summer rays which I must hide from,
for its harshness makes my skin shy.
The sky dark blue,
cotton clouds race by above,
each unique in their sculptured beauty.
Down by the lake my favorite place,
very small
yet it gives me peace just to be there,
a familiar haunt,
and yes haunted
by past memories when young,
of swims,
dives,
splashes,
their echoes still heard in my inner ear.
The wind caresses the waters,
creating living art
soon gone,
perhaps the more beautiful
for it transients.
Long brown grass
gently bows with the wind
dancing like rockettes in union
with rhythm the wind creates.
I walk over and allow my hands to be touched
by the soft yellow growth upon the stalks,
a deep pleasure,
I love mild winter days so.
Br. Mark Dohle, OCSO
Holy Spirit Monastery
