I Am At Peace

From the turning autumn forest
In layered color
Turn silver wings to the evening sun
Over harvested fields of gold

Upon the sunset’s glistening reflection
In colors of orange and crimson
Appears a loon
Between the waves

On a dry gravel shore
A doe comes to drink in the fading light
As my silver line gently falls upon the water
I am at peace

Roy L. Nave
November, 2016