The streets are chilly
I can tell from the steam coming from Lake Ohrid
Still, as I get out of bed, I can pictures its teal depths
and its silvery rocks underneath,
I decide to wear shorts and walk to lake’s edge
with breakfast apple and hearty coffee in hand.
OK. . . I saw “Lake Ohrid” so googled some images. The bright pictures set the tone for the whole poem as I began reading again.
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Chilly streets, steam, and teal depths make me picture crisp water, and the image seems to be vast. Then the silvery rocks make the water seem not so expansive but more intimate, well maybe I should say the focus moved from wide expanse to a smaller frame. It all seems so fresh to me even though I’ve never been to Macedonia. The simplicity of the apple and coffee make for a nice closing, too. You’re taking on the day as part of the natural beauty. As a reader, I’d love to be part of that, too.
Thank you, Jan. I wish I could say I’ve been to Lake Ohrid. Haven’t yet, but the photograph of the water, its color, affected me.
Good one, great description!
Thank you!