it talks to me.
As if asking me to come listen to it�s story.
I do come,
dressed in my warmest clothes,
to listen to the timeless sounds of the frozen lake.
It bellows,
heaving and cracking.
I can hear the crack split from one end of the lake to the other.
The sound is unexplainable.
Like a killer whale calling to it�s lost young,
yet with the power of lightning splitting the sky.
I sit, hunkered down in the snow, listening.
It�s so peaceful here.
Just me and the ice.
Sitting under a starlit sky.
So quiet.
Not even a cricket.
CRACK!
The ice speaks again.
I jump.
He keeps surprising me like that.
Is it just his game?
Does he wait until I�m relaxed and tranquil to lash out me?
I�ve tried to capture his voice
but he�s so devious.
He won�t speak when he knows I�m trying to capture him
So I just sit here all night and just listen to his words.
Alas, spring will be here soon,
and I will have to say goodbye to my old friend.
Until his return next year.
Oh how I look forward to the first freeze of winter.