Lying in the warmth of the feeble sun

Lying in the warmth of the feeble sun here where I belong

I revel in the tranquillity of this special place and wonder

If I should pierce the glimmering surface headlong.

 

I wish this serenity were broken this summer

By the chance to glimpse the wondrous moose;

I crave the chance to see that majestic wanderer.

 

But this thought leads me astray and I abuse

The pleasures given to me by this birdsong

And the breathing forest the season has set loose.

-I.L.