Soothing Lull

Soothing Lull

Sun slips behind evergreens
under a soft tapestry of layered clouds.
Kayaks slide quietly across a ripply lake
as blue herons soar, loons call,
crickets harmonize.
We suspend our strokes,
 gaze to the east,
await the moonrise
that is sure to come.
A hint, a peek, a growing glow -
cradled by gentle hills
the harvest moon climbs slowly
into a darkening sky.
We watch,
                 drift,
                                sit with what is,
grateful for this soothing lull
and the awareness
of widening reflection.

Sarah Carlson
October 1, 2024