Weathered rowboat pulled up on the lake’s edge

Oars folded neatly inside 

Red horizon fading

As white stars burn fire across the heavens

Thick-barked conifers shiver as the night wind picks up

And the deep blue water tickles and pats

The sandy shore

Find the way by starlight

Down toward the wooded headland

To the old cottage nestled

Beneath nurturing and protective trees

Towards the welcome

Of light, and warmth

Of love, family, and home.