Fall Lake in August

The fall in the river,

     there in the twilight,

     as aspen leaves danced

          in the last light of day,

Conjured a magic

     by virtue of beauty

     and sonorous laughter

          so playful and gay.

While there with my dearest

     we scrambled on pathways

     and crawled upon boulders

          with little to say,

But just our enchantment

     at being together

     and watching the sunset

          while lost in our play.