Window on Lake Superior

A tiny cloud rises from my coffee,

as a lone hawk swoops from birch to pine.

Patches of white mend the gray-blue sky.

Ice and snow stretch out to rough open water.

How to survive these near-endless winters—

a signal lifts along my cup in a twirl.

The coffee cools, the message fades.

I return to the bubbling pot for more clues.

                                       —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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