Ramblings from the Lake

Just some ramblings - a little poetry, some Creative Non-fiction, a picture of two - from Lake Hebron as I sit here on the front porch, staring across the water, listening to the loons, and enjoying the life of a retired English teacher. And please, leave me a comment, a note, tell me how much you loved -- or hated -- my writing, what it made you think of, made you feel, for it is poetry, meant to invoke in you what it is we share in common, what it is that makes us human.

April 9, 2016

The Water Roils Below

In springtime’s thaw,

when winter’s cold returns, hanging on,

and the ice is long on the lake,

the water roils below,

a deep grumble rumbling up, anxious,

like us, to shed its frozen garb

and run free.

Ramblings from the Lake

Lake Hebron in Fall

April 9, 2016

The Water Roils Below

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