Wild, Magical
Soul tuggingLady of the Lake is a powerful presence wherever I cast my gaze.
Her hair as white as the Salt Flats, blinding me with its shimmer.
Her skin, the color of the dark rich sand where my toes sink.
Her cerulean blue sarong mirroring the hue of the lake
and blowing in the wind that laps gently against my ankles
Millions of birds flock around her,
calling out to her for protection
Can we hear them?
Will we listen to her?

Note from the poet: I feel a heart connection to the Great Salt Lake; I can sense her heartbeat. It is the life-blood that supports Utah and the millions of birds and animals it supports.