Cold Dale Hollow Water

Cold Date Hollow Water

Before launch
The list has been checked
Rods, reels, tackle
Boots, coveralls, gloves
Hot drinks, hot pads, a good cigar
December is finally here
Gone are the dew-laden fields at sunrise
And rainbows before sunset
Leaves have fallen
The north wind blows
Gray clouds have the look of snow
Seems someone left winter's door ajar
At first light, in vaporous splendor
Mirrored dormant, motionless images
Shimmer in impressionistic reflections without gender
In this quiescent tranquility, it only takes
A soft brezze to carry your troubles away without a trace
For the ones who want to push winter away for another day
They will just have to wait for the bluebells to bloom in May
For the boys who fish the cold Dale Hollow water
Warmth comes with thoughts of drinking a good cold beer
While lying in the warm sunny sands of the Keys
Watching the ladies in straw hats under the palm trees

Roy L. Nave