Daybreak at Pikes Creek [Summer of 2005]
Daybreak by Lake Superior Rising out of the woods like: A swamp mist I'm waiting for breakfast
(at the B&B) I pace the grounds The scent of green shrubbery: Trees, flora, flowers-rain Intoxicates me- Branches like big brown arms Descend? The embankment, to the right Blue eyed, like mine-reflect From the creek beneath me (my wife says 'be careful' she went to get the camera) The greens and blues touch My face and blue jeans- Reflections mirrored like Musical notes of a symphony (I'll see them later in pictures) For now, it's daybreak In 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 Pe?aloza
Poet Dennis Siluk see his books at http://dennissiluk.tripod.com and his travels
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