Beaver Lake in Winter

I touched Beaver Lake today
She was cold
Her heart barely beating
Alive though
Her banks retreating
No one rode on her skin today
Or swam in her arms
Or came out to play
She bled through the dam
Though she had little to give
For lights, for air
For others to live
She sparkles in the sunrise
Of each new day
Waiting for summer’s warmth
A heartbeat away.

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Woody Barlow was born in Kansas City, Missouri, and raised in Olathe, Kansas. He is the author of Tarzan Wore Chaps and The Aluminum Ballet.

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