July

The docks silvered cedar planks
Pushes into the perfectly blue
waters of the lake.
Endless days of sunlight
pour like honey onto the water.
A trout takes it breakfast early.
As It curves from the still water
of the surface breaking it
like a stone through glass.
A wisp of morning breezes
Cools me but this day will
Be hot and the water will call me
Again and again.