An Early Poem by Glenda Beall

Lake Chatuge - photo by Barry Beall

Mountain Seagull

Mountains stretch like layers,
Payne's Grey parchment,
growing fainter
as they reach toward
pale cerulean sky.
The Bald pokes its head

up through a hood of clouds.

Lake Chatuge wraps mountains,
lapping love, cool in coves
tucked tightly between peaks.
Triangled sailboats, red and yellow
swiftly blow before the wind
that rustles maples, locust trees
where songbirds rest.

My spirit soars above the scene,
a seagull far from home,
yearning to embrace all this
and build a nest.