Mill Creek, a Mountain Lake
She rests in the bosom of the mountain
Cradling spring in chlorophyll scented waters
Silver shoals of minnows effervesce in her shallows
Calling shore birds to feast
Dogwood petals float on unseen currents
Adrift in wind and water
Ghostly shades of cabin and barn
Shimmer in her depths
Drowned trees, still rooted –
Stand watchfully
We ply her waters quietly
Asking forgiveness, offering thanks
For the benevolent tolerance
From her uneasy depths
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Beautiful portrait of place!