The river shimmers in late light
with colors of the evening sky;
and wooded shore, ablaze for fall,
reflects upside-down for all.
A turkey hawk drifts high above,
lone whip-poor-will calls to its love;
the crescent moon begins to rise
while vivid hues fade as day dies.
first published in FLOOR OF THE SKY Chapbook
also published in Poetry Atlas
©2013 Bonnie Manion