Waters Gray

I'm on the lake. Its cold.

The waves do tear across the lake as
wind does whip behind,
enveloping the mass of all in its path;
cutting through the warmth of clothes
and skin
as if neither had a home upon my flesh.

Winter's on the way.

Reviews

[Priscilla Sayers]

Breathtaking
Such a piece brings me there feeling each word
Winter is upon us misting the skies
Resting her breath into our skin

[Chase]

Living in Minnesota means that we get an annual temperature range of over 150 degrees.. That can only be said of roughly five places on earth so.. I have plenty of ammor to write about the nature that bombards us to bear down the hatches.

[Priscilla Sayers]

Yes sounds like no matter what the weather inspiration reveals itself through your soul
I have friends in Minnesota so I do know the weather
Plus I spent part of my life in Pennsylvania
Excellent expression dear poet

[paulina misiewicz]

Nice poem Chase! I like it how you managed to describe the lake and express how it made you feel in just few sentences. This poem is powerful, yet quite melancholic and gentle. Great job!

[Chase]

Thank you so much!! I really appreciate the review Paulina:) the lake can be such a magical place sometimes.. i just love it.