Across the bay, lights
look like golden cotton balls,
glowing through the grey,
evening twilight snow.
Gazing north, the open water
disappears -- the wooly horizon
barely offshore, dark icy water
meets murky, viscous cloud.
Slowly dimming, slowly darkening,
light fades to night on this Brigadoon,
on this Shangri-La, vanishing
into the mist, slowly, slowly.
--2/2/2007
Author notes
Driving by Grand Traverse Bay on a snowy February evening, I was moved to pull into the marina parking lot and try to catch what I saw.
Adding your comment: