Posted in Poetry

Lonely Mist by L. M. Montes

The mist crept forward over the lake,
hovering like a protective angel.
All stood quiet but for a babbling,
talking brook.

Lake Fanny Hoe,
a wilderness though she be,
beheld an emptiness of people life,
a silent hush.

Wind whispered through the trees
leaves of giant green masses as they
flex their brownish bark muscles,
regal and tall.

Behind closed eyes blissful peacefulness
in every way wanders wayward
among this nature’s haven,
soft and smooth.

Posted in Poetry

Evening

Photo by Nicole Avagliano on Pexels.com

Twilight comes but once a day,
The sky turns raven black,
Grass and flowers yawn away.

Stars step out to blink and wink
While the moon man smiles back,
A look that only heaven thinks.

The tide rolls in to eat the sand,
While couples stroll along the beach,
Arm in arm or hand in hand.

by L. M. Montes