Ice Jam
Walking along the frozen lake shore

I am captured by the sights and sounds of
This new sheet like layer, gleaming in the sun
creaking, groaning and the occasionally banging
pinging underwater sonic noises ,growing in volume and
momentum to a crescendo of thrashing cries of
barking seals or worse yet a herd of
trapped panicked snorting horses, under this dome of ice


Tortured souls, banging against reality
A frozen hell in inky depths
encased in the sudden overnight

Artic freeze, inmates trapped below
clawing against this film of
virgin crystal ice, forming a death song of
beautiful and soulful , yet ,desperate
pleading, begging , and so I pledge to
return in morning with flute
to play along ,with these spirits of the past

Snassano01-21-08  or  09 ya never know