Porch sitting

Magic mountains surround the lake
as I sit, eyes open, wide awake,

twinkling stars and fireflies
lighten up the dark night sky.

Dense forest rising to the hills,
crickets chirping, my heart fills

with awe and wonder, at nature's gifts
and once again my spirit lifts

and joy moves in where pain has been.

Circles in the lake appear,
the trout rise up, they show no fear,

for fishermen have gone to bed,
silence reigns on the lake instead.

And so, I too, must close my eyes
and with prayer, await the next sunrise.  

Sue Martin