Across the lake
wind ripples
choppy waves
like goose bumps
thrilling over
my skin.
On shore
ducks flap wings
in a feathery applause.
Aspen leaves giggle,
like children
supposed to be asleep,
and a cricket chirps
the sunset
into basic black
trailing like a whiff
of lilac before closure.

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Diane Webster's writing is where she can express anything and get away with it. Whether it is her personal experiences, something she sees in everyday life or taking on a character to give herself distance, the challenge awaits her; sometimes with surprising results. That's the excitement of writing.
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