CPJournal #5

Cottage Lullabye

There are whispers in the waves

that spread the lake

along the shore

And the leaves

are telling secrets

to the wind.

Mother Moon and I

just listen

to these overnight confessions,

The Cottage Lullabye

through open windows

wanders in,

plays again.

© Anita Herzog/Michigan

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