LATE SUMMER EVENING poem

Late Summer Evening

It was beneath the moon a feeling came, of
this great land upon the eve, where trout
linger in patient pause and young bats fly in
random paths, their wingtips caressing a watery
lip, this way and that in unhurried flight.

We heard the moose’s stride, a rushing gait upon the
shallowly depths, stomping forward in proud delight
inland king, within his realm the loons dare
cry out as their glorious calls confront an
evening chill…haloooing through the night.

This breath of space, slap of crest upon our canoe’s
hull, splashing silently against a bobbing outline
and sleepy clouds provide an inky silhouette beside
Lake Deyarmond’s shore, now journey’s end –
our waiting car and change of clothes in sight.

© 1987 Richard L. Provencher

first published Fall 1987 Volume 5 Number 2
The Cormorant, Saint John Campus
University of New Brunswick, Saint John NB