Nightfall by Raymond A. Foss
The sun drops behind the shore, The sky aglow. Nightfall on the water. I pull and push The canoe away from shore. Longing for the warmth.
The great blue heron Perched on the skeleton Of the ancient pine, Silhouetted on the Oriole sky.
The skin of the lake Ablaze in orange, yellow, and black. Waves swelled and fell. The canoe pitched and bobbed. The paddle blade leaves Bright eddies on my side.
Colored lights on a deck Elvis on the stereo Easy laughter from a porch. Failing light, all in shadows.
Dark houses, silent waters A beaver before me. He slaps his tail and dives Shallow near shore. We cross again, Repeating the dance.
A light from my window Guides me home. Dark around me All is still.
Written Thursday 7/20/00 at 9:50. It is about my two hour canoe ride on Swains Lake from 7:15 to 9:20pm.
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