This Eventide

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At sunset, when the light fades red
And crimson blushes ‘cross the sky
I linger ‘tween the mossy trees
As loons call out their lullabies

Echoes haunting through the fog
O’er gleaming, golden, silent glass
Crackling leaves and snapping twig
As mother deer and fawn creep past

Tangerine and turquoise fade
To gath’ring mist and glitt’ring coal
Diamond prisms scattered lending
Wonder to my pensive soul

Twinkling laughter breaks the night
As paddle stroke arcs silver spray
Silent ripples warp the glass
Wood–hewn canoe glides o’er the bay

Roughened rock my makeshift bed
I gaze up to that endless sea
Where moonlight guides the ships of dreams
The universe sings back to me

Croaking frogs and cricket’s trill
Join whippoorwill and flautist thrush
In nature’s reverent vesper hymns
Hooting, rustling, sighing, hush

Snapping spark of piney fire
Orange stars rising in the night
Dancing flame and glowing heat
Embers dying, fading light

The silence of this peaceful hour
Pierced only by hushed evening sounds
Breathes forth a prayer of love content
This eventide where joy abounds.

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Pools of Light

In the deep blue hush of a crystal pool
I see your soul, in all its mysterious beauty.
Gleaming stars—those pinpricks of light—
Reflect on your faintly rippling waters
And sparkle, winking back at me.
Each individual facet of the sky above
Reflecting
Refracting
Dancing
Bits of the world passing through you,
Then shining back for me to see.
And aren’t we all like pools and stars—
Sharing our light with the pools around us
And reflecting the light of the stars above?