The sun is setting in a pinky sky and the moon rises in full;
the lake is finally frozen - almost anyway.
The center, still restless with furry,
as the whipping winds cut the surface,
sending center to the outside,
the outside sinking beneath - circulating.
At the edges where solid meets liquid,
where wave meets ice,
breaking and mixing occurs.
And from this stir arises a musical song,
of ice bouncing in the water,
a harmonized tune of the
changing states and seasons of nature.