On Frozen Pond
by Mr. Ed — Read all 1,530 poems by Mr. Ed
Tuesday, February 24, 2015
-->“Winter’s icy breath is clouding the pond,
Frosting the pane, obscuring spring’s memory.”
John Geddes
On a trip to visit my mother at the cemetery
On a bitterly frigid, below zero, bone-chilling day
I also stop to visit the geese out on the frozen pond
They looked as cold, and as sad, as I was yesterday
It has been yet another bitterly cold, cold, winter season
They, like I, now seemed to yearn, for the arrival of spring
But sitting out here with them, I eventually begin to realize
They inspire me, to be content, to accept what life will bring
But I am now yearning for the very first signs of a new season
Like the lovely crocus, soon to be peeking up out of the snow
I’m also yearning to once again visit the marshes and wetlands
To observe our planet’s wondrous migrating birds, that I love so
February 2015, Mr. Ed
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Sandie
for the honking geese,
who seem to be asking,
will this winter ever cease.
Michael D.
The piano music flows so lovely as the first new blossoms of spring.
To life's wondering seasons to bring moments endearing of your
beautiful poem. To my Mother's visits...a voice of the seasons!
Lady Mary Ann
In 1971 I had to go to the Mayo Clinic for a workup on my spinal injury to see if something could be done. It was a clear, 20° below zero when I arrived at Rochester. To my surprise, I saw a flock of geese fly over and couldn't believe it. Later, I learned that the residents of Rochester routinely put out corn all winter long so many geese stay there even though there isn't any open water for miles.
I've also learned that that flock was the one that was saved back in the early part of the 20th century when Canada Geese were threatened by overhunting and Ducks Unlimited was started to prevent overhunting and bring all of the duck species back.
Ron