I saw all this while fishing with my husband at a nearby lake


The Painted Lake

Curled leaves like little gondolas
Bob across the rippling waves.
Reflections of the forrest surrounding it
Fan over the silver lake like a peacok's tail,
Full and brilliant, but with the colors of Fall.
Golds and yellows, oranges and reds,
Tinted purples and stubborn greens
Crowd round the lake's rim.
The lake is Nature canvas,
The wind Nature's brush,
It strokes across the lake's surface
As trees pose in their Autumn best
The creation is a true water color
From God's own hand.



Poetry by Phyllis J. Rhodes
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Written on 2006-10-05 at 06:02

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Emeka Chike Nwogu
Awe-struck by this write. Breathtakingly beautiful

///Emeka.
2006-10-07


stevelee
It's good to see someone drawing inspiration from the same well as me. Just goes to show, us fishermen, and women, arn't as daft as you may think. Great imagary, great piece.
2006-10-05


Janine>K
this is such a nice picture you describe...it is almost as if I am standing next to it and stand amazed staring at this piece of nature...beautiful poem (wish I was there)
2006-10-05


keith nunes
a dazzling blaze of colour and natural growth - a cool poem too!
2006-10-05


Kathy Lockhart
this is beautiful...the little gondola leaves. and the peacock tail. What imagery you painted with your words. aaaahhh lovely
2006-10-05


lastromantichero The PoetBay support member heart!
Phyllis this is amazing and as an angler I empathise with this rgds mike
2006-10-05


Saga
You stopped and saw. Beautiful!!!
2006-10-05