A GRACIOUS FRIGID GIFT
Sometimes we are compensated when
it’s as cold as can be,
Like this morning when the low hit
about minus thirty three,
The warm water of the massive lake
was whipped
Into maddened waves, a frigid frenzy
that gripped
Those who watched the spectacle,
a vision of delight,
As the waves turned to mist arising fast
with great might,
Then forming massive snow clouds right
before our eyes,
Giving us a scene of power and beauty,
a great valued prize.
Wave after wave vanished into the rising clouds
ascending high
Blocking from the lake the lovely blueness
of the cold sky.
Ethereal, ghost like, the ice wind moved those
waves about,
No words in human language can I find
as I scout
Through my mind to describe that haunted
lake today,
As the icy cold temperature so thrillingly
came our way.

(Millicent) Ann Margetson January 9, 2004