On two consecutive nights this week, I sat on our dock at dusk and watched the loons gather. It was an interesting time, one full of serenity and calmness, as well as appreciation for this bird I’ve come to enjoy. Both nights, seemingly, held a routine. Three loons were gathered in the middle of our small Northwoods Wisconsin lake. Two take off, leaving one by themself. On the first night, the two loons circled right overhead making a perimeter sweep of the shoreline. It thrilled and shocked me both. I kept watch, waiting for them to return. The lone loon gracefully glided towards the southern end of the lake. I think they were just riding the current but might have been slowly swimming. During this time all was quiet. I’ve really come to appreciate the quietness of the lake during the week. Eventually, there were loon calls from the southern end, although I couldn’t see them. Soon, all three loons were back together again, at the far end of the lake. And, this sequence of events is repeated on the second night. Throughout all of this, on both nights, there were spectacular sunsets.
At the end of June, just after our move to the lake, I started a poem about dusk. I finished it and offer it today as my Poetry Friday post. With half the world (it seems) on fire, my husband and I are appreciating the cooler days and refreshing nights in our forested cabin on this small freshwater lake. It doesn’t entirely stop me from worrying about the world or climate change but tempers the anxiety I feel for us globally. This doesn’t mean we are not concerned enough to do our part, it just means that we can think clearly during this uncertain time of global warming. We all have to act NOW if we are to save ourselves from our selfish human consumptive ways. Think sustainably and act sustainably.
Dusk at the lake Leaves rustling Birds, homeward bound, bustling Quietness returns for goodness sake A coolness to the air Invites a turtle to lay her eggs As our dog begs To see her as she sits there Snakes safe in their dark crevasse The day’s heat gone And saved for the morns wet lawn To scare this gardener, a mere lass As the sun sinks low A morning dove coos Evening though the night ensues, It is summer, don’t you know!? The days are long And nights are short, As the kids build a fort, We listen to natures song Soon the fire stops crackling’ bright And we’re tucked in our cozy beds Loons make one last yodel overhead Now all is quiet, dusk turns to night. © Draft, Carol Labuzzetta, 2022
Loons at Dusk: A Haiku
waiting for the loons
patiently so patiently
crash, water landing
© Carol Labuzzetta, 2022
Today is Poetry Friday. The incomparable Mary Lee Hahn is our host today at Another Year of Reading. Please check out her website for links to more poetry from participants and her own poetry about some yummy summer veggies! Thanks for hosting, Mary Lee.