Maire Morrissey-Cummins – Lakeside Dreams (Written in Westfield Park)

Lakeside Dreams


Dusk by the lakeside,

Waters gently lap the shore.

A breeze weaves through tall reeds,

To dance amid soft mountain shadows.


A strawberry moon rises,

Behind a copse of Oak,

Rolling smoky skies.


In the hush of midnight,

Bare branches reach to the stars,

Weaving the falling darkness,

Into a night of dreams.


– Maire Morrissey Cummins

Photos by Radka Bukovska:

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