The moon rises above
cloud of mist gathering
on the shimmering glassy
surface of the lake
light traces the
shadows in the forest
as the breeze sails boat
the twigs and leaves
make a majestic sound
that weaves around the roots,
and glides across the tree trunks
scaly bark.
Then the rain falls,
dampening the moss with water
far above the old canopy
the north star soars over
the cranberry and huckleberry bushes
tucked away near the marina
near the shore of the bay
a small drizzle remains as the
world falls into a deep sleep
under the quiet quilt of the
shining sky.
Giulia Wood
