My eighty year old mother talks to my reflection in the looking glass
tells me it's time to grant myself a gentler look in the morning mirror.
Says I should know better living
on the water, reminds me how the lake pulls
clouds from the sky and drops them on its surface
like mounds of cream in coffee.
Says with the lake's help trees rise twice as high
flaunting themselves, bearing no shame for their size.
Upon reflection I can see that nature makes the most of itself.
I've watched a blue heron synchronize with her shadow
flap her wings leaving ample room for her companion
which of course was just herself.
Valerie Schermerhorn has been in love with poetry since hearing her first Dylan song at the age of 14. Although a long way from 14 she has only started playing with poetry herself in the last seven years. She has one published chap book entitled "Shared Dreams of Drowning". Her cottage on beautiful Greenwood Lake is a constant source of joy and an occasional inspiration for her poetry.