Author: triagepolitics

First ice

Frozen smooth surface
formed a mirror for the stars
on a cold still night.

Too thin for walking,
it creaks and pops in protest
under my left boot’s tenuous weight.

First ice

A clear portal
to the lake bottom.
Startled fish dart
among stock-still sea weeds
as the sun casts my shadow
onto the sand below.

First ice

Soon to be scarred by winter
scored with twirling ice skate etchings,
blanketed by drifting snow,
snaked with cracks,
expanded and buckled,
shattered and re-frozen.

First ice

Covers the lake from shore to shore.
Promises a glorious December
on this cold November day.