Sunset on Buffalo Lake - A Poem

The birds do a delicate dance between flying and floating, flapping their wings to stay above water

Once in a while, a wing touches and makes a ripple

The sun begins her descent into the trees, slow at first

But fading fast, from yellow orange to pink purple

The birds let the sun set on the lake, holding a space for us to comprehend, meditate on

A cough, a crackle of leaves disrupts the silence but for a moment

Then the birds return to the ice rink/dance floor, with its changing colors and moving circles

The light still shines for a minute or more, even though the sun is gone

An echo remains