Nightfall.
I stand on a bank
Beside peacefulness,
The soft moonlight,
Like a whisper,
Touching shallows.
The trees, slightly
Stirring, frame
The distant snow line,
The nocturne limned
With the paint
Of a sunglow sky.
I feel her presence
On evenings like this,
Her guiding influence
Over the trace,
Her spirit by me
In the quiet.
Her ethereal beauty
Is part of this place.