Tonight
The Gulf is calm;
The moon descends to swim,
And turns small fi sh to silver,
To ornament each tide.
Tonight
On shore, hibiscus
Hushes trumpet vine.
The aerial osprey
Folds his wings.
The island waits in petaled sleep
For the harmonies of dawn.
Photo by Dusty Hopkins
Boca Grande Nocturnes
Part I-
By Barbara Mooney
Poem from Boca Beacon archives