One Warm and Sunny Saturday, Mid-March

Lake Ice
Everything wants to wander. Runoff 
from the roof pleasantly pads down

and out the metal eaves in fluid boots.
I myself meander where plows once piled

a snowstorm, where thin rivers
now glaze the pavement.
 
Everything wanders away when it must.
Winter's final footprints stand scattered 

across the landscape as clots of blackened snow.
My aimless walk takes me to the lake,

where the last thin layer of ice has cracked
into thousands of shards, all of them jostling

against each other in the undulating waves.
People stop to hear this music

only March can make. 
For one afternoon, the lake surface sizzles.

Copyright 2010 by Brian Dean Powers
Published in 2011 by the Wisconsin Fellowship of Poets
Photo by Marcus Lofvenberg at unsplash.com

12 thoughts on “One Warm and Sunny Saturday, Mid-March

  1. A lovely walk, Brian. From someone who’s on day 4 of self-isolation, it’s deeply appreciated 🙂

    “Everything wanders away when it must” … This line makes my mind “wander” to all the meanings it could have. A life philosophy framed in a few words 🙂

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