Along with the photos I wrote a verse-- that I keep re-writing...(below):

Lake Tahoe, Winter
The sleeping bear of winter snores where
water rolls the stones along the shore.
The seagulls and the mallards bounce
on waves, hoping to get the score –
“Where is my morsel?” “What is my fate?”
The slow white bullets of snow drill
the trees, water, and earth with deadly cold.
The lake grinds its pebbled teeth. It’s a thrill
to stand in the breath of the bear, feeling bold.
Yet where is my morsel? What, my fate?

- "Lake Tahoe, Winter" - James McColley Eilers, Copyright March 2010
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