The Lake

Margaret V.Doran

The lake is always there
        always the same,
        always different

Yesterday it was smooth at daybreak
        like a mirror
reflecting the sky and clouds
creating an infinity in its
        unbroken depths
        the heavens above and the heavens below

Today it was shrouded in mist
white cotton candy clouds
that spilled over to the forests
and left the tops of trees
        here and there
sticking up like enchanted,
        fairytale islands

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Updated March 13, 2005
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