Lake Evening

I passed the Muslim women's tree--

its shade solid and inviting,

then stopped to watch a solitary egret

hunting in the shallows.

Where the sun had been,

the sky was the color of pale pink lemonade,

and to the east, barely half a moon

had been etched in the blue glass sky.

A steady breeze carried the scent of

moist earth and lush green grasses
and warm green lake water.

I thought of all the other solitary walks

I'd taken,
and I was glad I went.