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View Near Elizabethtown, N.J., 1847, by Régis François Gignoux
Frozen
by Michael Escoubas
Just yesterday, it seems, the stream meandered
kissing August’s shore. It was cane poles,
earthworms in tin cans, and trees arrayed in verdant
green, rolling fields full of summer’s fragrances.
Overnight, a discourteous wind lifted the skirts
of unsuspecting trees exposing their limbs.
The sadness of change lasts but a fortnight …
today the stream takes on a different look:
its smooth surface creased with silver streaks,
the zip and zoom of sharpened blades etch a tapestry
of happy giggles beneath amber skies–
this January day, cold and clean, brims
with blessings of piled snow, songs of ice
and steel. We welcome winter’s chill, thrill
in the knowledge that nothing stays the same…
the seasons live and breathe a breath all their own.
They call: Come, embrace us, we’re here to be enjoyed.
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