Haiku ~ Lake

Sitting placidly

Only sounds, that of a loon

And ducks flapping wings.

 

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Poetry ~ My Private Getaway

A hush falls over the city

Snow falls, and Winter wind blows

In the early morning hours

When the air still looks blue

Standing in the cold silence

Before the world intrudes

Hundreds of tiny flakes buffeting my face

Like ice filled rushing stars

Magical, invigorating, peaceful

The sound of crickets, alpha, and beta fill my ears

And heart with wonder and peace

My own private getaway

With nothing but the stillness

To soothe my soul.