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Gray Ice
By Terry LeFeber
I travel west along Ontario's windswept shore
Chunks of ice ride the lake's gray waves
In and out they rise, swells keeping movement short
Sky blue and bright
A sudden snow squall, diminishes light
As quickly as it leaves, light returns
I turn about, head east
And all the trees, such a sight
All their branches, trunks trimmed bright white
A mural dressed in God's paint.
