Surrounded by the lake, no soaking clothes glued to my skin Just the ice cold water hugging me tightly. The sound of the small lake waves lapping against the tiny, brown beach Aside from my splashing and the occasional birds in the woods Was the only thing that pierced the quiet of a silent, cloudy day. The air was cold but the water was colder, A frigid blanket hiding whatever lurked below. The joy on my face was undeniable Despite hidden under the tendrils of the loose strands of my ******* hair. The New York mountain air combined with the lake scent Despite the cold July afternoon Undeniably smelled like summer. Freshwater smells different than saltwater, Like sugar cookies baking instead of chocolate chip. And the taste of those freshwater summer sugar cookies Are a taste I refuse to forget.
Written for Intro to Creative Writing class--assignment was "Bring a favorite photo to mind. Add sound, touch, taste, and smell to what you see and write a poem. Challenge yourself to come up with fresh images." I wrote this about a photo my friend took of me while we were skinny dipping in upstate NY.