Wednesday, October 21, 2015

"Fishing By Moonlight" by JYA

Though I am very late,
the lake is waiting for me.

A bright trout comes to the fly,
goes back in the water
taking the light with him.

Then the moon,
brushing out of the pines,
casts its glow on the lake.

I drift, fly drifts
down silver streams of night.

A shining trout pulls on the line,
lets go.

I nod back:
Yes; time to be on my way. 

The moon leads me home.

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