In Awe

The pallid moon rises,
murmuring among the reeds,
skipping on the water,
like a million silver beads.

A solitary loon calls
haunting the starry bright sky,
saturating the air
with the sound of its ghostly cry.

Soft wings glide no hurry,
across the vast inland seas,
sailing on a whisper,
lifted by the sent of a breeze.

A thunderstorm echoes,
shimmering jagged edged light,
flooding the horizon
while wolves howl to the night.

A fireball ascends,
turning the black waters gold,
cascading a rainbow,
just as the day lilies unfold.

River fish swim, no haste,
the placid fresh water bream,
hiding in the weedy fronds,
before making their way up stream.

The hawk sings a soul song,
in tranquil resonance,
riding on the thermals,
while man stands still...in silence.