Frozen

I walked across a frozen pond Stiff and cold the thick ice So clear I could see the fish below Scattering as my shadow cast a Glance across their path Tip toe I moved assuredly Listening to the chill wind Whistling in my wake Trees in the distance A sign of land and tranquility A safety net opening their Branches yielding beckoning My chilled soul to hurry Before the darkness erupts Ah at last a warm fire Warming these weary bones