Michigan Loon at Dusk: A Watercolors Serenade
Under the twilight sky’s fading gleam,
a lone loon cries the lake’s breast,
its haunting call, a sorrowful stream,
in the quiet of night, it finds no rest.
Feathers of black, a necklace white,
eyes like rubies, with wistful light,
once a duo, in graceful flight,
now a solitary shadow in the night.
Ripples spread where tears might fall,
the water carries its plaintive call,
for its beloved, beyond the earthly thrall,
its partner’s absence—a heavy pall.
In moonlit echoes, the loon sings,
a melody of lost wings,
amidst the reeds and water’s rings,
a heart waits for what morning brings.
Its song a lament, through the air it weaves,
over silent shores and whispering leaves,
a tale of love the evening grieves,
under the stars, where it believes.