Sanctuary

The sun sinks on the horizon, red as a loon’s eye

Celestial plain of clouds dipped in tongues of flame and wisps of mesnoxian blue

The forested mainland seen only as a dark silhouette against the vermillion sky

Reflected upon glassy mountain lake below

Cricket’s fiddle and loon’s song lift to greet the night

Water lapping against the shoreline rocks

Bull frogs croaking in the rushes

Eagle’s cry from the mountains rings

My summer sunset on the island called Fang