Dusk is falling;
Barely a breeze shimmers Mud Lake,
As the beaver's head swims along;
As ducks and geese gracefully glide;
Their gentle wakes gracefully spreading.
Suddenly all squawking silences,
And I notice the distant rapids' roar
As the great blue heron flies
Silently from shore to shore.
The cardinal's last call before,
For the night, settling;
And a last flurry of geese disputing,
On the water ruckusing,
All as it should be, in harmony, to me
To my home, once more, me calling;
Dusk is falling.

Cy, May 7, 2010