Summer's end lakeA Poem by eglantine
The sun is almost empty.
The last of its honey-light slowly drips into the linear crack in-between lake and sky. The embers in my heart that keep me alive are fading from the cold air I breathe in as I stand on a grass-stubbled sand dune, watching the sun dry out and the lake wrestle with its grey self, spewing angry white froth. The wind is so sharp if you were to shout secrets in my ear I couldn't keep them-- sand fills the air instead. © 2012 eglantineFeatured Review
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14 Reviews Added on October 12, 2012 Last Updated on October 15, 2012 AuthoreglantineSomewhere SomeplaceAboutI graduated with my B.A. in English (emphasis creative writing) My ultimate goal is to be the U.S. Poet Laureate and to be a college professor of poetry. I'm a wildflower with a poetic soul. I'm als.. more..Writing
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