Chase Lake–
pines edge the shore.
Tea-colored water laps
cold against the dock. Fish nibble
my toes. 

Morning
dawns cool, sunrise
lights treetops first, mirrors
them on water. Fish jumps, creates
ripples.

Rain falls,
pits lake surface.
Swimmers retreat inside.
Loon lands in our cove, tucks head, naps
afloat.