Lourdes’ Weekly Poetry Corner

April 28, 2023 • Written by Lourdes Hernandez

Lake Like

The power of a lake in autumn,
Is something extraordinary. 
Eye catching. It looks new.

Unbelievable. 

A lake never leaves, but when all you know 
are leaves.
Memories get buried behind memories.
Does water come from anywhere but the tap?
Leaves of scarlet red.
Leaves of brown dirt.
Leaves of yellow, sick and limp with age.
When everything, day in and day out,
is aged or 

    mulled and 

           spiced or 

haunted and 

          rare. 

The water is still cool and blue. 
Consistent.
And so, so… fresh.
Like a slap in the face.
Or a gust of wind on a still and sticky day.
Like fresh bed sheets after a shower.
Like a walk through the night in the city you so love.
As shocking as the first cherry of the season.

Astonishing.

Like the moon on a clear night. You see it, but
The velvety blue of night sky is principal.

Like the Richness of Rain
After a drought so thick.
Hard hitting drops pound the earth

patter

patter

pitter

splat.

Soothing and random.
Once so common, now foreign like Mars.
Flowing down streets and up alleyways 
Filling the air with sweet, gentle mist.
Quelling fears and soothing souls for another season.