Lady of the Loch
10" x 14"
acrylic / canvas

Does an angel leave a footprint
and have I smelled her hair
close to where the lillies white and orange
float and scorn the earth?

Down there where the dragonfly skims to rest
upon those emerald plates
and underneath the sunless trout
. . . eyes the sparkling wing.

Have I seen her face moon caught
and all at once not there
down there where the reeds might snag her dress
and leave a piece behind
. . . grey green and silent.

And surely I have heard her song
which stops the thrush in hers
and sighs across the kindred lake
to where the red deer
lifts his head unstartled
. . . and forgets to feed.