Sunset lake

The colour of fir seeps over the water A bright spritely white tail dashes past Home to it’s tea. Mirror glass ripples as It’s mist gently rises in the dusk To form the dew that soaks the grass at sunrise. Brilliant arcs swell behind Coots tending the nest. Blackness has nearly set upon the lake A ghostly orange tinge on the Horizon signals the dying of the day Cold fingers and brisk steps. Willows make rainbow archways From bank to water Lime green fronds dragging the current. The platter of water drenched moss and spatter on stone, Blossom trees fit to burst Dozing in purple twilight

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