Mirroring waters still,
Gently petting the shore,
White cusps of the wave,
One more. One more, one more.
Glassy north lake surface,
Beneath, clawing at sand,
Classic beauty circus,
Just lapping onto land,
The too and fro, but,
For not winters snow,
This pattern must repeat,
The Mirroring waters still.
You were not kidding about your love for water imagery. this is beautiful. I know you have been told this many times, but I love how descriptive your poems are, easily producing a mental image. :) so vivid.
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