Wednesday, March 18, 2009

End of the day poem

End of the Day

The evening
is slow approaching,
the sun is disappearing
behind the trees
on the other side
of the island.

The water is still,
all is quiet
maybe not.
you can hear
the song of the loons
as they move quietly
across the lake.

most of the day creatures
will retire
to their secret place.

Then out will come
the creatures of the night
to forage in comfort
without fear,
maybe just have fun
in their turn,
when moonlight
lights their path.

with the wise owl
watching over them,
for danger
and a warning
with his screeching howl.


  1. Delighful poem to go with your painting. Always a pleasure to read and see your work.
    Love Theresa

  2. Of course this reminds me of where I live Mum..... lovely!

  3. Hi, Theresa.
    Thanks for your comment.I am glad you enjoy looking at my blog.

  4. Heather,
    I thought you would think the poem and also the picture would look like where you are at the lake.

  5. Hello Laurette, I love your poem about the wildlife of the North. An especially about the sounds of the loons. Love them. Hugs Judy

  6. Great poem to go with your painting :)
    Thanks for sharing :)