Lake House

Watercolor by Barry Phillips

Lake House

She rests in forest
vivid green from rain
living breath of earth
cool summer morn

Mirrored in the lake
mist spinning ghosts
dawn spilling over
guardian mountains

She welcomes me back
slipping her doors
with comfortable warmth
surrounding my frailty

No longer exposed
finally at home

About Bartholomew Barker

Bartholomew Barker is one of the organizers of Living Poetry, a collection of poets and poetry lovers in the Triangle region of North Carolina. Born and raised in Ohio, studied in Chicago, he worked in Connecticut for nearly twenty years before moving to Hillsborough where he makes money as a computer programmer to fund his poetry habit.
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6 Responses to Lake House

  1. JeanMarie says:

    Lovely is the word. I especially like:
    dawn spilling over
    guardian mountains

    The poem makes me want to visit this place.

    Liked by 1 person

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