Glazed apricot sun slowly dips,
smudging cloud slips in her graceful retreat.
Tall lithe trees fade into shadow forms,
hushed in awe as once glistening lake
darkens to ebony glass.
Forest spirits lulled by night fall
listen reverently
to a solitary loon’s evensong.
And we sit,
breathing slowed,
grateful for serenity.
lillian the home poet 
A lovely description
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Thank you. It is truly a beautiful place!
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Oh, this feels so peaceful! >
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It as indeed. The loon song is absolutely mystical. If you’ve not heard it, probably could google it for a soundtrack or something similar. We were “unplugged” for 4 glorious days there.
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I know a loon’s call. Rather mystical.
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Especially loved those last lines.
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Smiling I am.
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Always glad to make you smile.
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Lovely! Words reflect the picture beautifully!
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So glad you enjoyed!
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I did!
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And we sit,
breathing slowed,
grateful for serenity.
There is so much life can offer to reflect at dusk’s beautiful spectacle!
Hank
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