Wednesday

"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

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