poems anonymous

Sunrise is the most beautiful time. the first moments of sunlight chase out the darkness. it’s only for about a few minutes, but for those minutes, everything feels okay. it’s okay because even in the intense darkness of the night, a small peek of sunlight can chase out the dark. it’s okay because the sun always rises. it’s a new day.

  40° 43' 16.0896'' N 82° 33' 4.2624'' W this is the lake. we don’t go to the lake often anymore, but it still stands as a sign of what once was. the bugs won’t let you leave without a few bites, but the grass and lake water smell like home. not cozy inside home, but outside home. the lake is the home of long nights, bike rides, and lost hikes.  the lake is the home of best friends pulling you out of mud, splashing water, and dashing across the stones.  the lake is the home of memories and spontaneous youth, the memories of what we used to be.