Member Poem

On the shore of Lake Limestone,
the early morning sun
catches a glint off the wings
of a slowly cruising bird.
The calm gray water
reflects a slight orange hue.
I’m still in shadows
where scattered trees
ease into the day.
Two days past full,
high above the opposite shore,
the moon is a bright white
with the standard gray patches
reflecting its peaks and valleys.
The moon passed over us all night,
the course it has taken for ages,
a welcome sight in the clear sky.
It seems on a journey
while we bask in the serenity
of a new dawn.