My Domain

Tender steps on a frozen lake.
Overhanging boughs, dripping with leaves like rabbits ears.
Catkins arching slender branches,
their furry pods cocooning  a promise of spring life.
No longer any dragonflies skimming the glacial ballroom,
just a watery sun reflected in the icy stillness,
glinting spitefully at the onlooker,
to distract what’s  concealed below.
A distant ‘V’ of geese flying majestically, in rhythm, in sync,
with a purpose sublime.
Wings boldly undulating, hypnotically, uncurious.
There is a paralyzing sense of loneliness
about a frozen lake.
A surface so serene, calm, quietly endless…
And yet
beneath..
A world trapped in prismed sunlight.
No escape into the gelid ,but life giving air.
Hidden from sight,
contained,
restrained,
suffocating.
Only ever looking upwards through the frozen layers
at the  cerulean sky -just beyond reach.
Tangled in reeds that constantly draw your down,
Deeper,
Darker,
Colder,
Until all light dissipates and liquid sun becomes murky night
Tender steps on a frozen lake
beware..
Walk gently,
tread softly,
lest you fall  beneath the surface
beyond retrieval,
to my aqueous domain.