Donna JT Smith
“Winter at the Lake”
Watercolor
Response
Winter Memory
By Angi Lewis
Inspiration piece
I am young, maybe eight-
my brother and I walk
to the lake alone.
I put on my skates
draw circles on the ice
catch fine, drifting flakes.
I feel the trees lean close
the soft sky hanging low
all of life hushed and still
there is the thrill of
just my brother and me and
the blush of cold on my cheeks.
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