Half of Winter

Half Of Winter In one corner of town, A hidden piece of river sparkles. Patches of ice give it balance. Sun lighting just right Gives a feeling of warmth. But no, it is still so very cold. An eagle lands on a floe. Patiently waiting for the right fish meal. Stripped branches from maples Make up a puzzle in the water. Give it a try. Click. A pic of a twisted tree How it grew here is a mystery. I sit and watch the sunlight changes; Creating angles as time slides by. On the opposite bank, all snow and ice, No designs. No snowangels. Nothing to piece together. The snowfall later tonight Will most certainly Change the puzzle outlook. Change in the river is meant to be This time of the year. Across the river In the coming spring, Wildflowers so lucky to sprout; Colors to add dimension, Walks along the path. The snow has fallen. So much on the pines Beyond my back yard. Bursts of wind and It strips some pines naked. So much snow has fallen. The icycles are growing inches by days; Three feet for one on a corner eve. To the eye, it seems so heavy. Clear and still.