Winter Lake

By the green lake snow drifts on Sun vacates the vacuous calm so cold Swirls of powder white, footfalls come in a trance On children's heels, slips into tomorrow Covered by hours numb and numbered count Crisp particles frost down to dusk Leaving us to discern what matters Shivering lips, thin ice and rosy cheeks Twilight bends dark shore escapades It is not quite tomorrow yet Green turns to blue under the slice of moon White snow has mesmerizing powers Winter waits, wastes no time Billows of cold air coming from the young Breathing heavy in clouds of pure pleasure A chance to run forever on the ice