Dusk
April 2, 2013 by Russ L
A pair of mated ducks swim stately, parallel to the shore around the lake
cutting twin vees in the glassy water.
A Tree Frog peeps
and Marsh Frogs chuckle in the otherwise quiet stillness.
Here and there fluting Plovers doodle.
A Bass jumps out of the water,
at one of the insects hovering above it.
The sun, shining like lightning in an icy blue sky,
settles into the treetops.
Mourning Doves lament, “The day is passing. The day is done.”
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Thank you, Russ, for this beautiful dusk.
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You’re welcome Marina! 🙂
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lovely!
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Thank you for your comment Patti! I thought the scene (separate from the poetry) was lovely as well!
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are you saving this (all) in a file to publish as one work?
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Hi C!
Yep. I’ll probably pick what my readers think are the best ones, (based on the number of likes and stars) and publish those in a chapbook, as soon as I can figure out what the best and cheapest way to distribute and sell it is.
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Great work, again. Nature contemplated into human meaning.
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