A Thousand Reeds Rose from a Frozen Lake, a sonnet.
©2012 Marcus James Christian, marcusunlimited.
A thousand reeds rose from a frozen lake.
They proliferated the horizon.
We ascended leagues of hills near a beach,
and graciously accepted the calm scene.
Letters from home rode within our pockets.
The perfect time to read them then arrived.
We reclined upon the hillsides' soft curves.
The breeze was a choir beneath words we read.
Epiphanies leapt up off our pages,
as the foghorn call of the bittern sang.
Its howl echoed before the reeds rustled,
and the silhouette of the Bittern shrank.
It seemed that our request was well recieved.
Wings once broken were mended amidst smiles.
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