I step no run . . . .
across the cove’s icy shores
up a mountian ridge
high above where pine trees line
wandering over the river’s course
laying out on the lake
there is a sweet white snow line
ice folding near the shores
graced by the sun
this morning’s light
brings a rush to go anywhere
house bound by winter
a sudden rush to spring free!
Shadowleaves on Lake Ann 