Oh Lake

You see as I the strange beauty. Wow I must just say what I see at this very moment, the sun is behind the cloudy mass of veiled rainfall making the colour a golden yellow, the "pencilled hills"(M Arnold)in layers towards the blank grey sky with only a few wandering pale tempests of deeper grey, you know what I mean, ooooo wonderful ever changing nature. Yes the lakes, they are something special and can reflect so much, as we fly over this wild rocky country the little lakes glint in the sun from the tops of most mountains, in the north they are white tablecloths and blue-turquoise visions, in intimate little GB they are so lovely too, Cumbria with its Wordsworth-praised glassy wonders among the rusty bracken and the green well watered hills. The Guadalquivir river passing through Spain also turns turquoise and is unbelievable against the red-orange of the earth and the white washed haciendas, one could go on but I have already said enough!!! Italy, Germany-where I saw the lake turn pink-orange in the setting sun and with raindrops making circles on its face. Ann you must stop as this is only a comment place!! Thank you bjp and samaira for appreciating my poem, from Ann of Norway.