Crystal water
as still as Narcissus’s pond,
surrounding spruce trees
cast a flawless image
with winter air crisps
thy morning breath,
ghost-grey fog
hovers
the mirror-like
lake.
About the Creator
Karen Chapero
I am a poet and fiction writer with a poem published in my English department's literary magazine called the Pacific Review. Check out more poetry and fiction written by me on my personal blog http://www.the21stage.com.
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