A Quiet Northern Lake

A Quiet Northern Lake

by Sheri Kaye Hoff

Tall green trees meeting the sky…

Sparkling dark cold water…

The sun begins to shine.

I push my small canoe

from shore

gently stepping in.

A quiet balance…

I paddle around the bend.

Alone on the lake…

not a soul in sight.

I lean back and trail my fingers through

the northern waters.

Sighing, I rest.

The sun is warm,

yet the air is chilly.

Ducks look at me tentatively,


The lake is the same

as I remembered.

Comforting me.

Welcoming me.

Giving to me.

My heart holds this lake close

when I am far away.

My mind relives the simple, sweet memories.

You were still alive.

I am thankful that I have…

My canoe. My lake. My memories of you.

4 thoughts on “A Quiet Northern Lake

  1. Lovely! Thank you for posting this tranquil meditation. 🙂
    I needed this break right now to de-stress from all the details of my book launch – yikes, it starts at midnight! But your poem reminds me that I have all the time I need, for what’s important.

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