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Morning at Bear Lake

by Leonard M Hawkes

Beyond the rimed meadow,
Beyond the crusted shore,
Leaden-gray in January fog
She silently awaits--

Unsure of lapping waves or
Solid surface of an icy rasp,
I seek communion with
The primordial cold.

01/17/2009

Author's Note: Near the old Blue-Water Beach on the south shore

Posted on 01/18/2009
Copyright © 2025 Leonard M Hawkes

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Mary Frances Spencer on 01/18/09 at 05:06 AM

BRRRR! MFS

Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 01/19/09 at 04:13 AM

That sounds pretty freaking cold, but it also sounds quite beautiful. Good stuff, man.

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