In the Dark of Night by Raymond A. Foss
A small solitary island without television, phone without running water But it had the call of the loon the splash of bass, the slap of the beaver the rustle of the leaves, the kerplunk of a turtle dropping into the pond the buzz of mosquito, dragonfly, of waves lapping the shore And it had the shadows of dusk, the shimmering light of the moon, the stars on the undulating surface of the water, the ripples, the waves, the stilling skin of the lake as wind dies and there is quiet, late at night long after the human and daylight creatures Time when the stars seem close, when clouds are brushed on the dome when the arc is clearly visible and the Milky Way is a smudge carved through the plane of the sky A perfect time, a special time in the dark on the island in the lake
November 23, 2006 17:52
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