The sun has come out after a showery
and I have taken my handwork
Quiet and still, I hear a gull calling in the distance.
The campers in the campground next door
have not yet emerged
from their tents
and their travel
and I savour the moments
before their children
re-discover the chill of the water
begin the business
of chasing squirrels from the trees.
Across the lake, a lone fisherman
and I can hear the faint tick-tick-ticking
the quilt becomes
to hold on my lap.
I put stitching daisies
until the cool of the evening
me to return