Waves in the
Mirrored Lake
The glassy lake
All mirrored in brilliant
light,
It’s calm surface an
illusion,
As sun sets behind
the hills,
Shadows descend,
As waves, once
hidden,
Emerge,
Like magic,
Slow and swollen,
Crest and col,
Rolling silently,
Relentlessly,
And, laughing,
As I smile,
Broadly,
At the wonder
revealed,
Before my eyes!
Peter Lowell
Paulson
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