Pond waters glassy…
Icy bits crystalizing…
Thicker and stronger;
This cold deeper and longer;
Booted feet anticipate.
A week so frigid,
Promising this winter's treat…
To stand on water,
In silent snow-covered woods,
In the middle of a pond.
December 28,2017
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