One poem from As the Day Dawns
The Lake – Ellie Newbauer. .
Rousing from its slumber,
it cuddles in its blanket of mist.
An early morning breeze skitters,
and fitfully drops,
to caress its satin body.
The glassy water responds
to the whispering lover,
so close for an instant the two are one.
They separate, and the fickle gust hurries on
to spread its rippled secrets
to the farther shore.
As the misty shroud dissolves,
shadows fall,
heralding the coming sun.
Diamonds burst forth,
and in a tap, slide, turn,
they gaily dance the day away
to the lapping rhythm
of the flowing waters.
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