A kiss of a wing on the water,
A mallard in flight in the air,
A whisper of breeze in the treetops,
These moments of beauty I share.
The sun growing tired in the distance,
The moon rises to take its place,
A silver orb in sharp profile,
A pathway reflected with grace.
The wildlife noise echoes around us,
Each making its presence known,
Lilies extend from the reed beds,
Once hidden, but now overgrown.
Ripples and boats start a-bobbing,
Their size is no matter to all,
Day’s light fades casting shadows,
Becoming as one with nightfall.
Photos: my own of the marina at night.