Lady of the Lake

backlit loon

Her cries, aloft on watery wing,

Haunt by night on eastern shore;

Count the deeds of beast and king,

Chronicle the songs of yore.

Trembling on the edge of stars,

Notes that quaver, full of ache,

Melt with sadness, name her scars,

Loonlight, Lady of the Lake.


The Song of the Loon

Wild garbled call haunts the evening breeze,

Majestic disclosure echoes from trees

And floods lakeshore sunset with accented sound –

Deflected by Sun, notes fall to the ground.