Lake Lure
by Jo Barbara Taylor
by Jo Barbara Taylor
Sunrise greets the
sleeping tarn, quiet
in the lap of
mountain mist. Mourning doves
hold their sighs, and
antelope tiptoe
across tawny meadow,
smooth
like thatch, muffled
with dew.
As the play of dawn
stirs passion
in those depths,
water will lick the banks
like a cow washing
her calf to life.
When the calf bawls
it first maaw,
(and so it is, you
know, the stir within each of us)
the antelope thunder
over the land,
doves croon their
distant lament,
(draw us into day)
and ripples begin to
skim the surface
of the mountain mere.
Bio: Jo Barbara Taylor lives in Raleigh, North Carolina, grew up in Indiana, and remains an Indiana farm girl at heart. Her poems and academic writing have appeared in journals, including Tipton Poetry Journal and Inwood Indiana, magazines, and anthologies. She leads poetry workshops for the North Carolina Poetry Society and OLLI through Duke Continuing Education. She has published four chapbooks, the most recent, High Ground by Main Street Rag, 2013