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
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