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 is a Pacific Northwest poet, voice-over talent, producer, and community coordinator. She is the author of four poetry books, the most recent “Fallen” published by Independent Writer’s Studio Press. Shannon has received two Mayor’s Arts Awards and the Community Champion Award. She makes her home in Bellingham, Washington, USA.
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