The Icelandic Canadian - 01.06.1956, Side 67

THE ICELANDIC CANADIAN
65
IDYLLS
by SHIRLEY WARD
DAWN
The eastern sky is a wash of pastel tints, rose shading into lavender, streaked
with gold. Tree tops lay dark fingers against the soft color. Purple martins,
robins, woodpeckers flit about, touches of color in the quiet sky. Slowly the
sun rises above the horizon, its rays shedding lustre on all earthly things, and be-
stowing a blessing on the new day.
NOON
A meadow steeped in warm sunshine and the slumberous scent of mown hay;
a horizon shimmering in a maze of heat waves, like continual ripples sent along
a rope held in one’s hand. Drowsiness holds all things in its spell: the voicless
birds, the aimless inects, horse and man resting from their labors in the shadow
of motionless trees.
DUSK
The sun has set, and a faint flush on the horizon is all that remains to mark
the splendor of its departure. Twilight comes over the land, a shadowy presence
bringing stillness and contentment. Only the muted, soothing chant of myriad
frogs blends into the tranquillity.
NIGHT
Night creeps over the land, a sheltering presence comes to give rest to all
creatures. Clothed in a mantle of black, stars in her hair and the sickle moon a
wand in her hand, she hushes the earth; stills the toil of man and beast, looses the
tongues of her small choristers that they may make sweet the darkness with
her praise.
MOONLIGHT ON THE LAKE
Silver rays transform the expanse of water into shimmering metal; its molten
surface ripples as a gypsy breeze skims lightly across on twinkling feet. A canoe
floats unguided, a clear voice is raised in song, the muted chord of a guitar come
softly across the water.
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