Winter Blue

Atop frigid waters and amidst the wintry mix.

He gazes pointedly towards the ice, this spot he picks.

Drill set to ice, he soon marks his hole.

The cold he doesn’t mind, as long as he may use his stout pole.

Such a long week it’s been, a longer month still.

And it’s been a long time coming, this wanting task to at last fulfill.

A weighted line pierces the water, to seek the depth is it’s goal.

As it slips lower, he feels a warming comfort seep through his soul.

Slowly, he eagerly lowers his bait and sets himself back.

The rod’s rigid length in hand, he patiently waits for a tugging attack.

The wait is long, but a salve to his frowns.

His every frustration pulled to the white grounds.

And then the line sharply dips down, and a fight begins.

A sound one, but no match to a strong skillful hand, as it’s reeled up he grins.

Now this battle he fought a few times more,

And with each end, he blithely settled the score.

With his catch tucked safely away, he wraps up his jaunt.

To return to his lady, is his new want.

And now he comes to me at last, I see that same grin.

With his catch in hand, I as soon see where it is he has been.

Slowly I take the fish and set them aside,

And gaze at my man, with eyes full of loving pride.

But now the hour grows late, and I must bid you a swift adieu,

For now I need take him in my arms, and warm him from the winter blue.

Alyssa Gandolfi

Reviews

[Arthur Crow]

I like your style, quite an enchanting spill.. There was like pages and pages in one, so much substance... gripping! There's a solid thought process in your work. A lot of talent.

Pleasure to read.