Lake
More to a lake than lush poetic sight,
Cheerfully charming us all year around.
It is - over the lost soul’s angst, deep down -
Streaming soft tears through the veil of the night.
Lake’s sunset glows at its own tranquil pace
Beckoning artists to the willow’s shade.
Hiding murky, dark secret, heavy weighed,
Gravely chosen as the last resting base.
Lake’s diverse disposition, taunted twist -
Somber and Serene dare to interplay.
Yesterday’s troubling ripples go away -
Two become one in early morning mist.
March 14, 2023
Sponsor: Constance La France
Contest: Lake
Copyright © Margarita Lillico | Year Posted 2023
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