By the Blue

Happy rambling.

Hilary and I.

By blue of the Lake

And sky.

Grabbing with all gusto.

Wind that happily

Assaults alerted ears 

And pores.

Waves that boom

In a sudsy fashion.

Willow tendrils

Caressing

Performing their

Gracious ballet.

Effortlessly.

Gulls hospitable

In their laughter

Approach

And antics aloft.

Hoping for some tidbit.

Tossed charitably.

We oblige.

We must.