MORNING IN ALGONQUIN

 

MORNING ALGONQUIN

We rose early,

headed north,

the weather on our side.

We kept a steady speed,

drove straight through,

arriving as the sun peered over

the horizon, 

trying to decide.

We breakfast on  thermos coffee,

and cold muffins,

while watching snowflakes 

drift silently 

from an increasingly 

cloud covered sky.

All around was quiet,

not a sound.

Morning in Algonquin,

quiet, 

solitude ,

all round.

Flurries, 

changed to snow, 

and as the wind grew in force, 

we abandoned solitude, and 

return to  our reality 

shelter in our dream.