Ice Walk

Ice has covered the world,
stilled it, paralyzed each reed
and blade of grass,
frozen the ponds,
silenced the wind.

It has won,
it’s power bitter and cold,
wounding even your breath
as you breathe in it’s cruel air.

It would have been wiser to stay inside,
to hide from its implacable anger,
it’s need to control and kill all signs of life.
Certainly it would have been less painful,

But this is what you do,
capturing the moments,
brilliant and dark, blissful and fearful,
all of them, compelled somehow

to dig into places you cannot understand,
to fight battles that freeze the blood in your veins,
to seek love where there is none,
and to find the spring, hidden beneath the ice.

About this poem. 

The picture was taken in West Rupert, Vermont.

I am lousy at small talk.

We’ve had days of snow covered beauty here in Vermont.

I get overwhelmed by too much emotion, positive or negative, but I plow through anyway. It’s easy for some. For me it takes courage. And that’s OK. I do it. And it pays off.

And from that mix, this poem.

Tom