Poetry

Thaw

The ice begins to thaw,
revealing clear water
below the thin surface.

Snow blankets the ground,
warring against the melted surface
of the small lake.

It’s the only thing I’ve got
to protect me from the things
stumbling through the pines.

Headed straight for me.

© Sarah Doughty

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