Thursday, December 07, 2006

A Swath through the Ice

There was a scar of dark black brown
open water, cut through the thin skin of ice
the pond lit by the light light of fall
almost winter, overcast day, snow to come
in the forecast, later today
a gash in the pond, wider than necessary
from use, by the occupants of the den
on the point, the mound, out in the pond
the hidden beavers, keeping the water moving
while around it giving in to the cold
the joining of the crystals
sealing the pond for winter


December 7, 2006 11:56


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