Frozen Pond
As I walk next to the frozen pond
The early morning sun was rising from behind the hill in the distance
Its warm rays peek through the line of maples
The air was still, the day was quiet
Only yesterday’s snow crunches with each step I take,
And the new freshly fallen powdery snow swooshes out from under my boots
I wondered, as I peered at the icy pond, would it support my weight
Should I venture across?
I would reach the road faster by cutting across, and decided to risk it
Gingerly I stepped, one foot at a time, holding my breath, closing my eyes,
Listening for the ominous crack
The air was still, the day was quiet
I hastened my step, quickly, lightly
It was a narrow, but a long pond, and deep for one so small
My heart pounded at the thought of its bottom
Nearing the center, the belly of this beast, a sharp noise stopped me like a statue
On the frozen pond
Copyright © Cynthia Ondrich | Year Posted 2009
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