The Lake
On a calm day
The lake
Imagines it is a mirror
And smiles back
At people who pass by
Smiling.
On a breezy day
The lake
Hunches its shoulders
And sends ripples
Scudding across the surface.
On a winter's day
The lake
Hides itself
Under a frozen blanket
And refuses to budge
Until it is warm enough
To come out again.
