This is for yesterday, October 15th.
On the Lake
And fresh nourishment, new blood,
I soak from a free world.
How nature, so kind, so good,
keeps me in her heart.
The gentle waves lap against our boat
in rhythm with our oars.
Mountains stretch to the clouds of heaven,
as does our course.
Eyes, why tire now?
Dreams, must you return?
Away these visions! Begone you golden fantasies!
Here, the loveliness of life remains:
Over the rippling waves,
a thousand hovering stars.
In the clouded distance,
mist drinks the mountains.
The morning wind fans the shaded bay
and in the water’s reflection,
fruit ripens.
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