The Still of the Night

Finally, the robust wind
roaring over the wilderness lake
has banished the bleak, low-slung
clouds that battered the 
surrounding forest with thunder
and rain in successive assaults
now releasing the stars to blink
in the lake's surface skin,
illuminating the loon skimming
its surface, loosing its lunatic
call, then submerging, the
ghost of its laughter echoing
across the lake. From the
wild forest beyond, land
creatures too raise a chorus
to the moon and the stars as a 
ululating wolf howl rises to
swell across the lake in a 
mystic orchestral performance.