Frozen Trees Under a Bright Marigold Sky

The December sun fought to shine through the golden clouds and reach the frozen trees under a bright marigold sky; even the evergreen shrubs were covered with frost as on those Autumn mornings. No ducks were seen swimming in the murky lake, it needed them for some harmony; an occasional gust shook the firs drooping branches by letting frost fall off and it fell like small icicles. All the boats remained fastened to anchors, no hurricane or storm could ever make them go astray; summer's evenings were delightful seeing them row along the lake's solitary banks... I recall with melancholy the boater singing an allegretto song with his baritone voice.