CLOSING–I take a last glance at the lake, wonder when I’ll see it again.

I trudge through crimson leaves,

say farewell instead of good-bye.

At the cottage, I pack my belongings.

A season expires, yet promises the next.

In the yellowed overexposed light

one brief moment lives.

––Deb Johnston

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I am a former educator, writing in central Wisconsin. When not writing or encouraging students to write, I enjoy lighthouses on the Great Lakes, family campouts, and walking our dog. I am a member of SCBWI. I have a masters degree in education and have been published in The Mailbox MagazineThe Education Center®, The Mailbox®,The Idea Magazine for Teachers®.

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