Poem: Comforter

Soft fog is silent atop Lake Samish

The sleepy water snores against its shore

Glacier waters bounce off rock-face

leaping down into the warm bed like cold feet.

The lake sits as milk on the bottom of the bowl

A ring of jagged evergreens holds it all down

I squint and the view is a painting

with no middle. Canvas unfinished. Brushes rest.

Difficult to capture―the artist saves it for last.

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Shannon Laws

Shannon P. Laws, born in Seattle, Washington, lives and writes in the Pacific Northwest. Author of three poetry books, "Madrona Grove", "Odd Little Things", and "Fallen" and an audiobook of her select mid-life dating satire poems, "You Love Me, Your Love Me Not". For seven years she produced award-winning community radio programs that promoted the PNW music/art community. Shannon's other interests include operating her voice-over company, Chickadee Productions, and Poetry Club. Since 2015 Poetry Club is dedicated to the neighborhood discussion and sharing of poetry.

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