Lake Haiku

alpine lake,
depth a guarded secret,
mirroring mountain




ships sit
on your sandy bottom,
yet, you’re called “lake”



in sunlight
your glistening canvas,
a bowl of diamonds



winter ice cracks
with steel cable song,
sending shudders



barren pine
beside mud-rimmed lake,
heeding drought

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