Evensong at Big Bear Lake

Beneath a sky that bleeds vermilion hues,
A canvas spread with strokes of crimson blues,
The sun descends behind the mountain’s crest,
A symbol of the turmoil laid to rest.

The waters mirror this fiery retreat,
Holding the day’s last gold in bittersweet,
While shadows of our pasts, like sentinels stand,
Guarding the peace newfound on tranquil land.

From depths, the gentle lapping sounds confess
To struggles faced and quiet victories bless,
Echoing whispers that the breeze imparts,
Carrying tales of reborn, mended hearts.

The clouds, adorned in twilight’s glowing wear,
Dance slowly with the wind, shedding despair,
Each form a ghostly ship on seas of fade,
Drifting away from old, tormented shades.

The horizon, a blurred line of dark and light,
Speaks of the end of day, yet hints at night’s
Bright stars that await with gentle, promising ring,
A vespers bell of hope does softly sing.

In fading light, the world seems to pause and slow,
As shadows lengthen and the soft winds blow,
Big Bear whispers, its breath cool and light,
A sonnet of peace, in the calm of twilight.

As dusk ensnares the lake in its embrace,
Stars awaken to claim the sun’s lost place.
In this serene communion night does partake,
Dreams of a new dawn swell upon Big Bear Lake.