Submitted by Ann Christine Tabaka
Long fingers of night reach out for
evening, embracing her with soft
velvet arms. Quietude is her
name, she lives for this moment.
Diamonds dance across the surface
of the water. Rhythmic waves lap at
a gray pebbly beach, as the last rays
of sun are swallowed by the horizon.
Anchored boats with white sails,
now merely ghosts against a wine
colored sky. Far off, cries of marsh
bound shorebirds fade with the light.
A space between reality and dream,
filled with enchantment. The cosmos
sings to romance. A curtain call for the
moon. As lovers walk off hand in hand.
Photo Credit: Winslow Homer – Adirondack Lake