A Winter Walk

image of froze lake in winter

the lake calls out in the back of my eyes

brutally blue, cupped in hills of gold

fenced with thin pines, fragile in the cold

my legs ached, my ears numbed, and my nose ran

on the water, whitecaps formed and died

I trotted back along the dam

 

the lake calls out in the back of my mind

the foam looked glorious on the cobalt water

my cheeks burned red, the wind cut through my bones

the sunlight broke like fire around the hills

a few tough birds flew, calling harsh and low

I turned around and we all headed home.

 

By TJ Lawrence

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