Memories from childhood
moonbeams on the lake
gentle breezes, scent of rain
loon calls echoing
save for distant highway sounds
nightfall’s sweet tranquility
“evening miracles” [a sort-of-haiku]. Copyright © 2017-05-14, by Lizl Bennefeld.
So, I used the first word of the two-word prompt in the poem title. Always enjoyed being lakeside when evening moves toward night. Also liked going fishing with my dad and some of his brothers.