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| Tree with mixed green leaves in front of a lake shoreline of cattails. Baby blue skies and long white clouds. |
This summer, I will again embrace the beauty of nature and the joy of poetry during some tranquil breakfast picnics by the lake. Recently, I indulged in two blissful hours of reading and writing. The peaceful scene inspired me to pen some free verse that captures the essence of the moment. “The Grace of Silver Droplets” reflects the shared yet solitary experience of two people connecting with nature and themselves.
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**The Grace of Silver Droplets**
Lakeside, as morning unfurls with a gentle stretch,
my poetry finds form before the geese even herald the sun.
In this park, solitude is a shared presence with others, yet in essence, alone.
A fisherman,
in silent silhouette a stone's throw from shore,
hushes his vessel.
His boat drifts along, cradled by calm,
towards wispy cattails.
Upon the grass,
soft silver droplets linger for the sun's warm kiss.
Each blade glistens,
as do the shimmering waves,
sparkling like silver sequins upon the lake's gown.
This day, we find our own harmony
and peace moves between us with the elegance of a passing dragonfly.
Our minutes unfold into memories and we enjoy this time.
His joy his, and mine is mine.
