Emiquon Horizon

Watching the Emiquon horizon disappear in the mist

of the blustery morning snow, 

I think of the life hidden behind the shroud of winter.

Later I look up and the mist has retreated

revealing the familiar line of

river trees surrounding Sister Creeks,

with clouds from the plant eleven miles away at Havana

billowing out over the lake against a dark gray sky.

 

Jane Ward
www.walkwithmepart2.blogspot.com