The moonlit lethargic lake,
unrushed, moves within itself,
occasional ripples grow,
then finally they break.
Lost leaves from winter
shedding trees
Dance and swirl.
One final display,
before they are carried away.
Such stillness, such ease
in this cold yet reassuring breeze.
Midnight moon light
Cloaks the lake at night.
A home of hidden life,
breathes deep below
Near invisible fishes
darting and departing
an underwater show.
The evergreens are grinning
at their naked cousins,
The lake looks on,
the birds sing on.
Unhurried thoughts flow
freely beside the waters edge.
Not Long Left
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/not-far-from-home-is-a-better-life/
