Tue Jan 30th, 2018
Midwinter sun waxing
ever so slowly each day
as cold nights probe freezing delights.
A parallelogram of ice
floats in a small pond,
leaving an impression
of disconnected abeyance….
With six more weeks of winter
the pond will once more
become a solid sheet of ice.
The exhalation of thaw
will become fleeting memory
like the coming snows
which will melt in spring.
Yet memory can be fickle—
it’s better to concentrate,
plan for spring bounties
like roots beneath the crust
we walk without much thought
of what those murky roots are planning
for the landscape we lightly tread….