held captive by cold waves that laughed and played must wait summer’s day to come
sun warms the season summer’s day stretches itself cold now forgotten
The summer photo is of the waves hitting my section of the breakwall; the winter shot about a mile west of me. The ice in that shot is so high it completely blocks the resident's view of the lake! I hope that doesn't ever happen to me, but it's hard to predict with all the variables of shoreline, temperature, wind, lake level and precipitation in any given years.
The Cloud Messenger (Meghadūta) is a lyric poem by the respected Indian poet, Kālidāsa. The poem centers around a yaksa in exile. Longing for his beloved, waiting for him on a Himalayan mountain, he asks a cloud to take a message to her. The sights he tells the cloud it will see on its way make up most of the poem.
The idea of recording observations appeals to me. I thought The Cloud Messenger was the perfect title for a blog about the journey that we all make as we move through our days.
I'm a baby boomer who grew up dancing in the streets of Detroit during the classic Motown years, lived beside the Rocky Mountains for many years, now retired and living (and writing full time) in S. Ontario. I have one blog for rock 'n' roll oldies, and one for nature, poetry and life along the Lake.