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Lake Forest


Rust-tinged Autumn
Smooth, hovering winds.
Restless motion
like the longing amid the soul's calm.
Water dancing in unison –
Taking, restoring, reminding.
Silent walks
with fantasies unbridled, often frustrated.
But when allowed to run free –
releasing so many possibilities.

Bleak, austere Winter.
Clouded by endless streams of white.
Hollow, frozen breezes rushing…
who knows where.
People huddling – retracting –
Fleeing the cold.
Light descending into darkness
Chilled and alone.     

--Ralph P., Adult