A lake is a landscape’s most beautiful and expressive feature.
It is Earth’s eye, into which the beholder measures the depth of his own nature.
~ Henry David Thoreau
Skies hint of purple,
the sun withdraws.
Winds calm in the heavy summer air.
A tumble of rocks deep
disappear in gray shadow.
Ghost carp glide under the dock.
The spirit trembles, shaken, then
regains its equilibrium
On watch for the first star.