Lake Niprissing

When I got back, unmistakable lake air greeted me,

a sea gull landed on a pine in heavy fog,

an Icarus who'd tried but could no longer flee.

When I got back, unmistakable lake air greeted me.

The utility lines drooped as if soggy logs

or some boys after an on-the-town spree.

When I got back, unmistakable lake air greeted me;

A sea gull landed on a pine in heavy fog.

Lake Niprissing couldn't be seen through layered mist

but the cracking of ice was loud and plain--

foghorns and sea gulls joining the annual tryst.

Lake Niprissing couldn't be seen in the layered mist

as ice crusted limbs snapped, an annual game

littering my lawn in crystal claim.

Lake Niprissing couldn't be seen through layered mist

but the cracking of ice was loud and plain.

Northern Cardinal Review March 16, 2013
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