Tahoe by Leonard M HawkesTo maintain purity
In such a flood of love,
When humanity tends to spoil
What draws it most--
And yet, she does.
For in the cool
Of early morning
Amid the rush of cars,
The whir of boats,
The croaking of ravens--
I sense tranquility
And even the lingering
Song of isolation
Sung in the silence
Of distant western snow.
07/09/2008 Author's Note: Near Chimney Beach
Posted on 07/09/2008 Copyright © 2024 Leonard M Hawkes
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