Clouds gauze the evening sun, the precipitous territory
between pine and fir. I angle for that perfect shot
of elemental harmony.
Trout slip through molecules of static lake,
silent and surreptitious in their passing,
weaving whispered stories to sighing needles,
while hot parched reeds sing their sere symphony.
The only discordant notes—the mysterious slurring
of Gaelic fairy trees.