sparse elegance
- Jean Linville
- Dec 12, 2020
- 1 min read
December 7 - December 11 Week 46 /72
of the first crystalline sheet of
lake ice stretching shore to shore
air bubbles captured and frozen in time
of a frosted map of intricately etched
islands and opaque oceans of chilled
water vapor radiating out across windshields
of a gentle early morning snow frosting
the frozen surface of the lake leaving dark
mysterious circular windows into the world below
This 1/72 we witnessed very different emotions playing out on the iced landscape. I re-experienced myself scooting down the stairs from the kitchen to the safety of our new granite walkway, and suddenly finding myself knocked down and witnessing two broken wrists. Then came silent self-scolding for not wearing my (what are they called, anyway?) rubber things for boots with little metal cleats that claw into the slick ice. Why had I parked in such a way that I would need to find patches of unfrozen grass between house and Subaru to walk on? I would need to cling to its icy body as I slowly stepped all the way around to the driver's side.