The edge of the lake a jewel in the blue light of the late day My feet washed by the purity of its waters The two loons mated for life by nature’s fidelity Cease their relentless search for food to drink in the sunset’s beauty
As the sun falls delicately to the end of the earth A fire of reds and magenta overtake the distant horizon Patterns of of wild geese silhouette in the magical vista This miracle is the moment in time I have searched for
A ghost of a breeze lifts a wisp of my hair from my forehead As gently as a mothers hand to her child Just the incantations of nature’s sounds permeate the lake Granting me the copious bounty of our beautiful planet