Pale Morning Dawn

The Golden Aspen Leaves of Fall shimmer in the sun

their bright gold silhouette along with the Pale Morning Dun

Dancing on the liquid tension of a high sierra lake

The fisherman stands anxiously awaiting this day's take

He preps his line, secures a fly and with him by his side

His SOUL spectator, greatest fan, his companion and bride

He makes his cast, a ripple forms, the game has just begun

The imposter fly floats amidst the Pale Morning Dun

A native Brown accepts the ruse, tension has been broken

Both fisherman and wife react, they're thankful for this token

The fish goes left, the rod tip right

A lovely waltz of fish and might

The reel's buzz the water's splash

Reactions to the large brown's dash

A union of Man, Line and Fish forms patterns on the liquid dish

A spirograph of H2O

The geometric patterns show

The fish grows tires, he draws quite near, shadows in the depth appear

Both man and wife are quite ecstatic

As trout meets net, his moves erratic

All eyes converge Lens, Trout, Man, Wife

A photo snapped, a memory of beauty and life

As the fine-finned body returns to water the take has turned to borrow

The fishermas says to his bride, "He'll rise again tomorrow."