Late night, with a dark purple sky .

The forest is lit only by the giant orange moon and a handful of flickering white stars .

Mystical shadows dance amongst the firs and pine.

The only interruption of the crystal lake is a silhouette of a lonely loon .

Not sure whether the silence is terrifying or soothing,
I make no wish for any disturbance of this environmental tranquillity.

I drift off to a quiet slumber upon the hillside, with a blanket for warmth,
And my only prayer is for sunshine.

©1998 Chris Miner


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