Shrouded Shore: The Many Musings of Thom Singleton

    Bright light shines across the wide river Brilliant color along the far river bank A few maples of yellow gold and fiery red Have painted themselves in fall splendor Soon all will be ablaze in silent artistry Masterpieces of the season

A pen can sing? A brush see? A sculpture dance? A violin weep? A drum talk? A forest roar? A wind whisper? A ripple laugh? A moon wink? A sun blink? A sky cry? Of course, says the poet.

The boaters float on placid lake water Illuminated by moon rise through a clouded sky A heavenly portal in a watery dreamscape A scene of peace and meditation