The Thaw
The Thaw
On the lake, ice rots,
a pitted plain. Winter’s hard assault
awaits the Spring offensive.
In the lull, glassy pools
gleam red in a setting sun,
like congealing blood.
Soon the combatants will give in
to the inevitable thaw.
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Authors: Robert Riche. Form: Poem. Length: 8 lines. Editor who accepted this story: Previous Editors.
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