Lake Durant Poem by Velvet Thorn

Lake Durant



In the morning's chill
Blue Mountain cuts through the mist
That covers the lake like a featherbed.

Clad in fleecy jackets
Three children crouch on an island rock
That draws the ducks to share their breakfast.

Remembering the evening
Lake sunset soft with calls of loons
I watch the children in the mist

And feel peace.

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