Paradise on Earth

A collection of poems by David Morin

September

Try to remember the time of September

The small lake was calm with peace and tranquillity in abundance

Surrounding the lake a variety of trees some starting to show shades of that famous golden brown

At the far end of the lake a colourful rainbow curved into the tops of the trees or so it seemed

Nesting close to the water's edge was a small wooden lodge with a veranda

A faint aroma of wood smoke was in the air

The silence was golden as one memory passes on to the next time in September