Not quite a mirror,
No, more like a sheet of slate-
Steely, clouded gray.
Silent observers,
The trees: shades of fire each,
Whispering, watching.
Flocks of geese, come for
Escape from winter’s cold grasp,
Grace the lake’s surface.
Not quite a mirror,
No, more like a sheet of slate-
Steely, clouded gray.
Silent observers,
The trees: shades of fire each,
Whispering, watching.
Flocks of geese, come for
Escape from winter’s cold grasp,
Grace the lake’s surface.
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Haiku challenge: The Lake
Posted 9 months ago
Haiku challenge: The Lake
Posted 9 months ago
Haiku challenge: The Lake
Posted 9 months ago
Haiku challenge: The Lake
Posted 9 months ago
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