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Two Faces of the Lake
Yesterday, under a penetrating sun, The snow-coated lake was a diamond, Its millions of flake-facets Casting lustrous pulsations That set the bordering forests afire, Turning each tree into a burning bush That never melted the snow to opaque slush.
Today, under a drab, mottled-gray sky Intermittently spitting confetti, The lake ice is a white scab Stretching, to its undulating shoreline, Over dormant water Praying it won't take until late April For the groaning wound to heal.
12/30/09 - (4)
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