Great Lakes Dreaming
Whiskered touch of whispered snow
Silky melt of water flow
Jagged ridge of water flow
Your slippery ice reflects the Sun
The Great Lakes are dreaming
They dream of you and your tempering
Your leaves turned and felt the fall
But your naked limbs still stand tall
Your touch is cold
But your heart it burns
Your hold is iron
But your blood beats wild
Your blood beats wild
But your blood beats wild
Your blood beats wild
The story’s always living
Shift, break, breathing
Birthing, bleeding, healing
Freezing, thawing, sleeping
Your touch is cold
But your heart it burns
Your hold is iron
But your blood beats wild
Your blood beats wild
But your blood beats wild
Your blood beats wild
What happens during the winter to the Great Lakes? The water takes all forms. What happens during the winter to us? -M