Lake-Side Morning

Silence,
And the world is new!
Come with me--
Take the old path down
The boardwalk
Twos by twos
Of summer morning
And the glistened lake.
Fill me with sunshine,
Laugh by rote,
All words will fade
Above the trees,
Kiss every tower
With green leaves and
Skim the paddles
Row by row
Down scales of silver
To your silly smile.

Mine is the echo
When you turn
An open hand
To let me take it,
And the mountains cry
“I will!”