Wednesday, April 23, 2014

The Lake



The lake is silenced
By the weight of a trillion
Tiny, light, feathered
Snowflakes
Unable to move by
The shear strength,
Pressure and force
Of the cold
Straight jacket
That is winter.
Majestic in its 
Obvious Beauty
Entrapment…
As it blankets 
It’s existence.
The suns rays
Willing the lake
To make a break.
To hear the waves.


By: Marcia Spencer


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