Big Gull Lake, CanadaA Poem by Christina May ShanabergI spent many wonderfilled days here, at Newton's Cottages!BIG GULL LAKE, CANADA
The moon hides its face behind a morning blue blanket; The sun peeks over the waking horizon like a bandit; The rising mist drifts along the surface of the water; And I stand at the gates of Heaven, as a visitor; The summer sky is wearing a sweet smile, again; The tiny creatures return from a sleep they've been in; From the core of the earth a day is born And takes its first crisp, clean breath of morn; I feel as though I were encased in a dream, Floating inches from earth on a newborn sunbeam; All around, the wings of angels are lifting me Into a masterpiece painted with shades of beauty; I close my eyes holding in the moment; No, I can't keep it, but will always remember it And I know, for a short time, I was hugged by God On a mystical, magical threshold in Canada; I wink and nod.
Imagery Jul 24, 2011© 2011 Christina May ShanabergAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorChristina May ShanabergMount Vernon, OHAboutI am a former member of North Shore Writers' Guild in Willoughby OH. I have had numerous poems published and letters. I am, currently, working on a screen play that I hope will interest my cousin-in.. more..Writing
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