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Lakeside

6/21/2012

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The grass is not emerald green.
It is a thicker shade, more inviting.
Welcoming as a field of poppies
only more austere.
The single tree in rustling witness stands
to Nature's indifferent sculpting of the landscape.
The ground is cool and moist with anticipation - 
A land of milk and honey, as they say.
The barony of spring whets the last of winter's embers
preparing summer's empire by degrees.
Languid at the lakeside.
The breeze disappears over the horizon,
following the arc of the sun
and I am one step closer to the water's edge.

rs


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Ann link
6/21/2012 07:22:29 pm

relishing that alliteration...

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