My kayak
Slips into crystal-clear water.
The woods lining the lake
Blaze
In the colors of Fall:
Warm golden
Fiery orange
Blood red
Deepest burgundy.
Mist
Wraps the lake
In gossamer sheets of white.
I drift,
Silent,
Solitary.
My prow slices through
The blanketing mist.
It closes behind me
And I
Disappear.
About the Creator
Laura DePace
Retired teacher, nature lover, aspiring writer driven by curiosity and “What if?” I want to share my view of the fascinating, complex world of nature. I also love creating strong characters and interesting worlds for them to live in.
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Lovely imagery, well done