Sunday, August 31, 2014

Camping at Island Pond


Island Pond

Dark cumulonimbus clouds
descend over the lake
pointed firs stand black
against the darkness
of the dawn.

A single loon
wails in the distance
calling to the coming night,
“All is at peace, all is calm
in this fading day.”

Reflections of light
from a cabin across the way
illuminating the gentle ripples
quietly tumbling onto
the vacant shore.

The fire crackles
sparks escape in darkness
the smell of pine or maple
relaxes the senses and
thoughts of sleep are eminent.

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