An east wind is blowing across the cove tonight-
the cool air perfumed with the scent of honeysuckle
and that lake water faintly fishy smell.
The half moon, hazy and pale, her light obscure
by the east wind and cedar boughs-
the night is filled with the sound
of the moon and the east wind.
The Course of Our Seasons 
Lovely poem, thank you
Luv this poem, as use to sit by pond n watch moon n smell all that was round me/luv to recv all ur poetry ea morning n share with all my friends