An Evening By the Lake

Through treed canopy it's splintered light seeps. The pale soft glow of a new full moon. In the reeds peepers peep. From the lake comes the call of the loon. Water laps on rock and pebbled shore. A chorus of crickets bowing legs seem to sing. The ground predators rustle the forest floor. Somewhere a bell in the breeze dings. Rich earth and forest green moistened with evening dew. Woodland scents fill the evening breeze now cool. Whiffs of smoky campfires add to this bewitching brew. I find this view a gift from God to be a blessed jewel. In the trees birds chirp from their nights perch. Music and laughter issue from cottages near by. The star filled sky my eyes do search. Such peace brings to me in reverence a sated sigh on an evening by the lake. This poem is part of a series that includes Sunset Reverie, A Night of Dreams, Days End, On Comes The Night and Tiny White Canoe