Orange-frosted grey
Radiates the western sky
Projecting distorted reflections
On the lake’s serene screen

Deer peak from behind
Trees’ shadow of daylight
Soon to play in untroubled
Bountiful pastures of forest green

Cast-iron streetlamps glow
A muted flicker
Subtly enhancing the shine
Of an endless row of house lights

Sitting on my porch
I breathe in the essence
Of a half-empty glass of zinfandel
As I moisten my lips with the sweet vine

Losing myself to the peacefulness
Of the few remaining hours
A weekend quickly come and gone
But a moment frozen in time