The fog rises up
ghostlike from the lake surface--
Winter surrenders.
—Lauren Chiasson
About the author: Lauren Chiasson, LaurenCpoet at aol dot com
Lauren Chiasson
Barefootpoet
Detroit born and raised
gypsy soul, travels on the wings of the wind
listens to its voices
solitary star
one alone-
conversing with the wind
countryside dinner
scent of burnt soil
for rice season
storks in flight
white caps upon the lake ...
threatening tropical breeze
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