Echoing Past

The sky has cast a transparent
veil of mist across the
length of this lake where
sturdy winds rake the surface
to rippling swells until
pale yellow foam gathers
on the shore and whitecaps 
instruct those hardy Canadians
their canoe, heavy with
provisions for a wilderness
camping expedition to be
forewarned, prepared to
stroke the lake compellingly
toward the beckoning green
forested destination as loons
surface to call their dominance.