Wastwater in the Lakes

Dedicated to my wife Helen Houghton-Foster (Poem: June 2021) The golden sheen embossed the Summer sky,while swimming through the crystal waters fresh,and time itself goes ever trundling by,dancing, rhythmic thro’ transcendental flesh. Could love and peace, so tranquil, be as days,of perfect, playful, light and symmetry?Is testament enshrined in glist’ning raysto bounce anon flights ofContinue reading “Wastwater in the Lakes”