Canadian Autumn. Poem by Michael Cochrane

Canadian Autumn.



On the lake I paddle the canoe surrounded by birch trees and the silence is broken by a loon calling in the distance. Maple leaves float in the water. The air is sharp and the canopy of the pristine forest goes on forever its a wonder of nature.
Michael Cochrane ©

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