the skin of the lake
still, though moving,
caressing the shore
fingers reflexive
as if petting a cat
gently stroking
the shore beyond
beyond the skin of the water,
moving in time
September 28, 2011
Rolling Ridge Day Apart Retreat
www.rollingridge.org
“Poetry, Nature, and the Language of the Land”
http://www.rollingridge.org/wp-content/uploads/2011/04/WEB-Poetry-Nature-and-Language.pdf
led by Ray McGinnis
http://www.writetotheheart.com/
Write to the Heart workshops
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Wednesday, September 28, 2011
Still though moving
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