Moving Forward

Calm, almost glassy, the lake

Gently licks the sand-dusted shore.

Winter silently trails a finger

Along the surface of the tranquility.

The ripples lapping at the shore

Grow edges.

Crystals of ice float noiselessly,

Quietly invading the peaceful waters.

I bring my lips to the water,

And quench my thirst.

A sliver of razor sharp ice

Slices my lip, and I bleed,

The blood freezing onto the offending

Fragment.

As I suck my divided lip,

The water loses all viscosity,

Freezing to a beautifully solid

Reflection of the sky.

I tentatively step onto the limpid

Layer of winter's handiwork.

I touch a hand to my lip,

And it comes back stained.

Despite the pain acquired during

The transition,

The change was certainly

Due compensation.

Author's Note

Change can be painful and yet beautiful.

Reviews

[FJ Davis]

Well-conceived; lyrically expressed; imagery in Hd.
A high-end offering, BT.