Morning on the Fjord ~ October 16 2011

mist shifts

boils up from waters edge

the shoreline peeks

and disappears

the fog sways

lifts

softens and rolls back

trees reflected

silhouetted in the glass

I lift the camera lenses

try to capture the scene

but the picture cannot show

it’s a feeling

to me ...  it is heaven

a seal pops up

circles radiate

and dissipate

it looks around then disappears

swims along the shore

disturbing the reflection of the trees

above

the sky is blue

promise of a sunny day

late October

sun so warm yesterday
I took my socks off

and sat
face up to the sun

gathering it’s last rays
before the rains come

Vancouver’s never ending rains

but today is perfection

magical almost

but that sounds so cliché

(cliché -- I love that word)

I sit with coffee in hand

warm by the fire

Diva jumps on my lap

curls up

I sip my coffee

a morning of perfection

an unfolding tapestry out my window

then into the picture

drift ...

three ducks

~ could they be?

~ are they?

I jump up

the cat lands on the floor

with a meow of exasperation

I lift the binoculars

and there they are…

the goldeneyes

are back