MOUNTAIN LAKE WALK

Ripples on the surface of
this lake ,expanding circles 
from it`s epicenter make  
lapping sounds on the shore
washing over pebbles there
galore.

On that shore is where i stand
with those pebbles in my hand
that i gathered from the strand

In the distance i  see mountain
valleys with small wooden chalets

another face walks this strand its
their name i have etched in sand

warmth in a breeze recedes through 
meandering hills that spill to to the
shore where  pebbles galore are
washed under feet as we walk talk
and be .