Sterling Pond, Smugglers' Notch, VT
Sterling but it is silver, silver but it is white, scintillating in the sun, on pause, no fish or frogs or laughing waters, the pond is still, quiet but for soft complaints as the snow and ice groan under our feet. When we stop, the life of my lover's breath, then crisp cold silence pressing against us and up through the blue.
By Michele Burke
Photo: Eric FItzgerald
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