Nocturnal light
A poem i wrote about being in Glacial lakes state park one summer evening in west central Minnesota.
Nocturnal Light
The sun is falling
It’s light growing oranger and dimmer
The moon is rising
It’s light crescendos into a rich purple sky
I’m in the audience
sitting on a quartzite bluff
enjoying the show
The quartzite is a deep pink
it’s texture like slate and waxy
Fish occasionally leap from the water,
While others gently nip at the surface
insects, grasshoppers and songbirds
all improvise a voice concert
The rising moon is now reflecting off the water
The cattails generate lovely-lengthy shadows
A splash is heard to my left
my eyes gawk at a silhouetted blue heron
The heron moves gracefully like an Alvin Ailey dancer
It’s long, thin legs carefully wade forward
It’s long, neck curled and poised to pounce
The gentle excitement, the peace, the solitude
the pond created; It’s like a reward from my god
for the attitude we’ve created
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