Open Water In winter

Winter, when icy frost can burn and turn

Us into warm retreat, locked away

In sleep, quiet contemplation,

Hungry hibernation.

Northwoods lakes, rivers, streams and brooks

Rest in deep slumber caught in timeless oblivion

Awaiting the awakening.

Winter’s frozen face rigid

And unforgiving.

On my languid winter lake

Primed by unexpected aeration

Black pools of liquid life

Dot the winter white

Slender otter swims and dances

In aquatic delight forgetting for a time

The long winter night

What does she think of this strange turn?

Water in winter falling into white

May your inner otter always find

Open water in winter.

Mike Ryan