Tuesday, February 24, 2009

I walked on the shore of a frozen lake
not alone, but isolated
I stared at the ice
felt the harshness of its grip on the lake.
In the depths of a winter night
the chill worked its way into my core
my feet crushed through the crust of snow
leaving prints to show my path
night sky began to clear as clouds gave way to starlight


jel said...

that was cool!

Snaggle Tooth said...

I know this feeling well-
"the chill worked its way into my core" Good words.
I can see you there. I hope the ice melts for your kayak ride soon!