Llyn Clague

Cookout 

Evening settles on the lake
like snowfall on the prairie.
Wind drops, the gray of the water
subtly softens.  Calm expands.

Beside a column of white smoke
above a sparking charcoal grill,
like air bubbles from the lake floor
bursts of laughter rise, and vanish.

Friends, fire, food, light
slap of wavelets on the shore,
intimate as fingertips.  Hunger
and joy, under a dark, silent sky. 


Loon At Dawn 

Cries of a loon at dawn,
motionless gray lake,
sky of pink and blue.

Echoes bounding in the mind,
flaring embers of memory,
dimensions of a great quiet. 

{Llyn Clague, llynclague@aol.com}