I by Herb Lore

Gilded are the clouds in the early evening,
When the excited water music spills into our ears
Welcoming the Moon, iridescent & shining.

Elsewhere, a tarn called Rainbow awaits
Cradled by Mountains immemorial and
Lined with perfumed Douglas firs, generously exhaling.

Enlightenment came in late Summer and
After that, nothing could ever be the same.