Full Moon

The full moon covers sleeping meadows with a soft, silvery blanket. Trees cast long shadows, their branches, like groping arms reach out with creeping fingers.

Moonlight transforms the lake into a stream of melting gold. It is peaceful. Only the loon’s haunting sounds reverberate.

Veils of mist emerge from the forest. Ghost-like entities move slowly, gracefully over the meadows. Dancing in harmony and enchantment to distant music until a silver lining on the horizon promises the dawn.

Birds wake in the trees, chirping to greet the sun. The full moon’s pale image fades in the sky. The misty veil lifts gently towards the lake. That’s where they hide waiting to dance again for the rising moon.