Monday, April 21, 2014

Day 21: New Ice

New Ice

There's ice on the marsh
today, wind whitecapping
the bay. Hard blue, water
the color of cold, bright
as the school girl's eyes
daring the sky. Loons
adrift, a tide to sing to shore.
She waits for him as
waves crest and break, then
he's behind her, tapping her
shoulder at the edge of ice,
saying, Hello my true love, 
finally I've found you.

Nancy Canyon