Daybreak at Pikes Creek [a Poem]
Daybreak at Pikes Creek[Summer of 2005] Daybreak by Lake SuperiorRising out of the woods like:A swamp mistI'm waiting for breakfast (at the B&B)I pace the groundsThe scent of green shrubbery:Trees, flora, flowers-rain Intoxicates me-Branches like big brown armsDescend?The embankment, to the rightBlue eyed, like mine-reflect From the creek beneath me(my wife says 'be careful'she went to get the camera)The greens and blues touchMy face and blue jeans-Reflections mirrored like Musical notes of a symphony(I'll see them later in pictures)For now, it's daybreakIn Minnesota. #813 8/26/2005 Note: the author, Dennis Siluk, took his wife Rosa [me: on my birthday] to Lake Superior, this summer, and I adored the biggest lake in the world. We stayed at a Bed and Breakfast, just outside a few miles from Bayfield, Wisconsin. As we had gotten up for breakfast, we walked outside and into the woods in back of the B&B, and then back towards the Mansion [Pinehurst Inn], and discovered to the side of us was an embankment, and the poet, my husband, had to climb down the twenty feet to the Creek, and I took a picture of him gazing into the creek, a most captivating picture with all the reflections of daybreak in it. It will be used for the new book of poetry: "Peruvian Poems," to be out next month. Rosa Peńaloza Poet Dennis Siluk see his books at http://dennissiluk.tripod.com and his travels
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