Evening By The Lake


Fading light
Water, the colour of midnight
Lies still, waiting
For a breeze,
A lively fish,
A swooping swallow
To disturb its surface.
I pick up a large rock and throw,
Then savour the expanding ripples,
The deep ‘splosh’ it makes
As it hits the water,
Sinking to the lake bed
To rest, perhaps forever.

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