On Lynnville Lake
On Lynnville Lake
the water deceives.
Feathers are not feathers
but the calling card
of the Cottonwoods
along the bank.
And here is revealed
a tree’s mirrored deception,
its reflection only
an illusion of depth.
4 thoughts on "On Lynnville Lake"
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I love so many things about this poem.
“…calling card of the cottonwoods…” and “…a tree’s mirrored deception…”
A beautiful moment on the lake contemplating how water can create so many illusions. Thank you for this poem!
I agree with Amy. Each image is well-crafted, and the rhythm and repetition in the last four lines are wonderful.
Lovely images
This is very nice- love the density and the description.