Spring Rain at Big Stone Point

Spring Rain at Big Stone Point

 

From my office window

I watch the wind whipped waves

of Big Stone Lake.

 

Droning lake-side life

reaches a crescendo,

then drifts softly back

into a mostly inaudible rumble.

 

Next, as if playing their parts

in a grand symphony,

the booming splash

and gurgle of surf

resumes its never ending

tidal war of water

versus lake shore.

 

Reasserting

its auditory dominance,

Big Stone Lake pummels

the milky shroud

of small stones

which skirt

the great gray and tan boulders

that line the coast

of Big Stone Point.

Like a blueberry crème pie

with most of the meringue

licked off,

the foamy waves

of Big Stone Lake

buck and skip in the rising wind.

 

Roiling like the contents

of a boiling cauldron,

the lake seethes,

chaotically hurling murky brown

white-caps and inky blue waves

According to the vagaries of the wind.

 

Beneath a green-leafed

deciduous backdrop

the waters wait.

 

Long charcoal puffball clouds

float majestically

above lake and forest.

Like dervish vapor elephants

they spin and dance a ponderous ballet

against a dusky sunless afternoon sky.

 

Gale force winds whistle

through a row of Blue Spruce

sending forth a fresh breeze,

laden with piney drafts

that overpower the faint,

yet cloying scent of fish.

 

Chains rattle

a scratchy high pitched clang

as they bounce along

the boom and mast

of the beached cherry red catamaran.

 

Small tan and camo

fishing boats clunk

against their moorings.

With each pitch and yaw

they surf the waves

like Hawaiian hula dancers.

 

Jagged white streaks suddenly lace

the lime and darkly lavender sky.

Protracted seconds later comes

the reverberating peal of thunder.

 

Soon the patter of rain,

like a thousand

quietly drumming fingers,

taps a rhythmic reveille

that skitters like marching spiders

along roof tiles and window panes.

 

For a moment there is a hush

and then the rains become

a torrent of kettle drums,

clashing symbols,

tension bars,

pulsating maracas

and a bull fiddle moaning of wind

that rattles the windows

with watery claws.

 

(May 31st, 2010), Wayne T. O’Conner

 

Vocabulary list:

 

Roiling (rapid movement of water that stirs up sediment)

Vagaries (erratic unpredictable manifestation, plural form)

Deciduous (trees that shed leaves seasonally)

Dervish (one that dances with wild abandonment)

Ponderous (unwieldy or clumsy because of weight and size)

Cloying (excessive or irritating scent)

Catamaran ( twin hulled sail boat)

Camo (short for camouflage)

Yaw (nautical term for side to side movement)

Protracted (delayed or deferred)

Reveille ( a bugle call, signal)

Skitter (move quickly and lightly)

Tension bars (segment of music in a movie used to increase viewers anxiety)

Maracas (percussion instrument often made from gourds)

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