Here is a poem I am working on after a night walking the beaches of Lake Superior this winter. It is very very rough, but I started working on it last night to see what I could put on ‘paper’. Let me know what you think!
Aqua Crush
Icecaps turn to Dust
On Lake Superior’s Shore.
The Sun savors the rush,
Of the frigid tide’s roar.
With each visible breath,
The soul begins to freeze.
Wind carrying waves,
Carbon black rocks.
Mind indulged in Aqua,
Steady Heartbeats.
An evening of winter lust
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