CROSSING THE LAKE AT SUNSET

The big boat swishes through the waves,

That swell and break in rhythmic splendor.

Dark wraiths of smoke hover

Over matte-colored pools of reflected glory.

The wind grows cold—

Only a memory of recent warmth wanders

Through the air.

High above, in a street of green light,

Two angel clouds

Fling misty snow-white gowns

Across the sky, flow with the departing sun

(Sinking now beyond the horizon),

And fade finally into the spreading roseate

After-glow and are lost.

Only twilight remains.