Ice on the Pond
A walk to the pond yesterday.
A week ago, there had been the first real freezes of the winter. Where the pond grasses were thick along the shore, small rings of ice had begun to take shape. As the pond rose and fell with the pulse of the afternoon breeze, these rings of ice caught the light, flashed, were submerged, and rose once more. Yesterday, a new kind of ice -- thin and quiet, stretching out from the shallows at the pond's eastern edge. This new ice does not catch the light in the same way, it has a quiet patience (like winter). There was a light snow falling -- and as it fell, the pond's dark patient ice grew lighter, as though dreaming. Maybe this, I thought, is the best image for our dreaming: thin dark ice upon the still mass of the pond, picked out by drifting flakes.