"Winter Song" by Local New Hampshire Poet, Don Kimball

Winter Song

I see an arctic lake

below my window,

some great white whale

articulated by

winter’s dying light.

But I know

it can’t be so; there is

no arctic swell

this far south,

just an old man’s North

Pole overheated;

my neighbor’s acre pond

all frozen over;

no fishy smell of salt,

except what salt

a prudent man applies

to black ice on asphalt;

no scattered rocks

or seashells

to scallop an icy shore. None

of that bony flotsam

to glean. Still, I dream

an arctic sea,

enticing me, beyond

these barren trees,

the sweep of arctic winds

and heaps of frozen snow.

by Don Kimball