White Dome
Peaking over trees
Far away
Across the lake
Ominous
Lurking
A sign of something
On the horizon
A marker
For the way home
A marker
Of troubled times
In dangerous lands
Surrounding the dome
Where injuries wound
Heart and soul
Tread carefully
Around the dome
Or be scarred
Forevermore
– James Dubeau
Cold December afternoon
Warmed by a risen sun
Tucked away
Somewhere
Behind growing cloud cover
And falling mist
Still
A few degrees above
Freezing
Moisture collecting
On horizontal surfaces
Each step
Taken with up-most care
Firm footsteps
With purposeful intention
Watching the ground
For icy patches
Treacherous misgivings
If you don’t travel
With precautions
You will
Get hurt
– James Dubeau
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