FROZEN LAKES
Lakes in the winter look all very much the same,
Except for shape and size all still and rather plain.
Then remember the summer when some dance with glee,
I wonder when the ice goes do they rejoice to be free?
Some, even in a breeze are still just a perfect mirror,
Not one little ripple or the sign of some gentle quiver
To mar the clarity of the reflection than nature does show
I always love to see those lakes as past them we often go.
There are others that are restless with many a tossing wave
Others a hungry current calling someone to a watery grave.
Yet there’s beauty in the turmoil as if wanting to be free,
Some still and calm others restless a little bit like me.
Yet in the winter the ice cold makes them all the same
All are quite tranquil all free from hurt and cruel pain,
Each clothed in white just like a lovely temple dress
Maybe this is there time to worship gratitude to express.
(Millicent) Ann Margetson 7 January 2006