Sunset is a quilt of fire
as mosquitoes skitter
in random flight, dashing
onto lake’s mirror of
reflecting light
bat movements upon a
summer night
dance in patterns of
fluttering delight.
The forest is a visiting
silhouette, our tent nearby.
Bullfrogs burp, loons lament
coyotes howl, each
a part of Nature’s menu.
Owls add hooting, deer call
and rabbits scamper
in clusters of movement.
The land is alive with
motion, and campers dream
within this feasting.
© Richard L. Provencher
Website: www.wsprog.com/rp/
Comments
Richard L. Prov... | August 19, 2011 - 22:34
Richard L. Provencher
maggyvaneijk | August 20, 2011 - 09:35
A beautiful poem full of sights and sounds.
Rhiannonw | August 20, 2011 - 11:23
what a wonderful place to be!
Richard L. Prov... | August 20, 2011 - 21:59
Years ago, maggy, this was one of my favourite fishing spots, so quiet, and the echoes of my excitement reverberated from across the small lake. Richard LP
Richard L. Prov... | August 20, 2011 - 22:02
Yes, Rhian--- I always enjoyed finding out of the way places on my topographical map, away from the madding crowd, as an author once said. And this is one of those places. Richard LP