Tuesday, October 18, 2016

On the Trailing Edge of Day

Drifting veils of mist, frosted reeds rustling in the shallows and maple trees turning red along the shore, all of it reflected in the still water below. What more does one need on the trailing edge of day?

A solitary loon calls somewhere in the murky distance, and the three watchers turn to follow its voice.  The great northern diver is invisible in the fog, but its haunting cry across the lake is sweet music in their ears.  They will carry the song home with them in their pockets, remember it note for note and revisit it in their dreams all winter long.

A heron or three in the shallows would be grand, but that is all. Everything else is already here.  Everything is liminal and magical and perfect, just as it is.

7 comments:

Laura~Pretty Pix said...

So very beautiful
and peaceful.

Luna Crone said...

Absolutely magical...

Late Autumn Blessings,
Luna Crone

Barbara Rogers said...

I love that you heard a real live loon. Their call is used in many movies, sometimes to indicate darkness, or perhaps quietness...or maybe even wildness. I wonder if a loon ever got to go to a movie where his call had been recorded!

Mystic Meandering said...

Exquisite! I keep waiting for the mythical barge to emerge from the mist... Mists of Avalon style... and listening to hear the haunting call of the loon... I remember the sound from when I was a child at "the lake." Magical indeed!

Tabor said...

Such a magical kingdom is this world.

thelma said...

A perfect moment of nature captured. Absolutely beautiful.

Lindsay said...

One of your loveliest photos.