Frost- Tipped

Black River

The morning frost kissed the birch

On this crisp and sunny April morn

While a lone fisherman casts his line

Hoping for fresh fish, his plate to adorn.

The air was crisp and filled with awe,

While the birds on the island sang;

And the sound of my camera working

Through the stillness softly rang.

For those not favoured with this beauty

That each morning we gladly view...

Just paddle your canoe up Black River

And Grand River's secret will come shining through.

Flo MacDonald May 15, 2002

Grand River, N.S. (4)