She rests in the bosom of the mountain
Cradling spring in chlorophyll scented waters

Silver shoals of minnows effervesce in her shallows
Calling shore birds to feast

Dogwood petals float on unseen currents
Adrift in wind and water

Ghostly shades of cabin and barn
Shimmer in her depths

Drowned trees, still rooted – 
Stand watchfully

We ply her waters quietly
Asking forgiveness, offering thanks

For the benevolent tolerance
From her uneasy depths