Winter Lake

It’s lakeshores frozen,

suspended for yards.

Gray’s blanket spreading

across heaven and earth.

Winter’s bony finger

hushes its shore fall.

In the distance, waves rage

with arctic winds.

Summer’s balm and sandy promises

slumber beneath the snow.

In winter, the lake still calls to me,

in hushed whispers through

winter’s indominable will.

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