Fog Over Lake Washington

The fog sits thick

over Lake Washington –

immovable like an activist.

Wakes come in from

behind the curtain –

in an endless supply –

to tickle the shore.

 

Watching change,

a trout’s splash

ripples the water

which in turn ripples thoughts

through my mind.

 

It occurs to me that as I try to describe

nature’s song, I ripple thoughts

through your mind.

 

If my actions are the only thing

that I truly have,

then perhaps the best thing I

could do is nurture growth.

 

Author: Buddhadoshā

Buddhadoshā loves you.

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