A writer’s paradise abounds on the shores of Lago Maggiore, Italy. This is a poem I wrote while enjoying the splendor of this Italian lake.
Memories imprint like fossil to rock,
Moments in time, forever caught.
Aromas dance like fairies along the docks,
Gently caressing the spirit to thought.
Visions abound to move the soul
Can we freeze time before it goes?
Water glistens shining waves of light
Feeding serenity while I write.
Never a sweeter taste will be,
Than sunrise over Lago Maggiore