NEW YEARS DAY I SEE THE SWAN

 

I see the swan~

On the lake~

Just beyond the ice edge~

Nestled still and soft.

 

The snow fresh~

Sprinkled white~

Dapples the shore~

Less as it reaches the~

Feathery fir trees height.

 

A reflection bright~

Clear as glass~

Stops by the frosted edge~

 Of colder solid dampened ice~

Light and shear with no life.

 

The snow continues to fall~

As my footsteps ruffle~

 Scattering fluffy white powder.

 

I peer to see closer the swan~

Pondering what he does~

Wondering what I will do?

 

I turn in the cold~

With the hint of the sun~

Slipping now down~

Engulfed by darkened~

Tree tops.

 

A chill drives me back~

To the warmth~

As the landscape~

Peaceful is beauty rich.

 

I see the swan~

On the lake~

Just beyond the ice edge~

Nestled still and soft.

 

By

Lisa J.Warner

AKA

Lisa Luv

 

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