Lake Ontario was as a gentle lamb,
quiet and calm with tiny wavelets
rippling towards the shore
flowing over the stony shingle
without thrust or urgency,
lapping an inch or two inwards then
ebbing slowly into the awaiting dip
to form the next lazy wave
gurgle gently over the shoreline stones.
The Great Lake Ontario's water sparkled
against a cloudless azure sky.
Not a breath of wind blew
to stir the slowly changing autumn foliage
and the warm air of an Indian Summer
enwrapped one's senses
into a complete feeling of relaxation,
to take advantage of the unusual
early autumn perfectly peaceful day.
Written on the East Go Train towards Union Station viewing Lake Ontario - 28th September 2025.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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A wonderful observation of the Lake Ontario! It really drops the reader in the scene! Thank you for sharing this masterpiece!