in the cool of the morning
I feel the echo
of lake mornings
walking down the steps
towel slung over my shoulder
feet firmly set to the beach
iIcan smell the lake
before my eyes
are even open
and a flannel shirt
is my shield
against the cold
but nothing can stop me
from heading to the water
not even the chill
now,
decades later
i head to the patio with lake mindedness
a flannel
as my shield
from the cold
a blanket
for extra
protection
hot coffee in hand
and memories
of times with you
