Euphoria
At sunrise, whispering winds start to die
Tranquility, lends itself to foment
Fragrance of wild lavender, drifts by
The loons circle a large effervescent
Diving for prey, I observe their splendor
I take aim and cast with all eloquence
Hopeful serendipity is in store
My vessel wafting, absolute silence
Dulcet hits, amounts to a tug of war
Reeling, I break into a lilting *bliss
Copyright © Mitch White | Year Posted 2010
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