Glacial Facial

In winter we lead a more inward life. - Thoreau

it's cold

the millpond is frozen

its water hard like the bricks and granite that surround it

ducks have taken to congregating at its center

a very small hole there, still allowing minimal access to the water

they sit, huddled around it as the wind howls like a werewolf

whistling a mournful, sorry tune

it's cold

so cold

no one offers them a blanket

no one hugs them

no one invites them in

it's cold

so cold

just so dumbfounding cold

you can feel the world's frigid sin

where do i begin

nothing to do but take it

take it on the chin

'til someone decides to let us in

Author's Note

"The ducks go back to mutter; they discuss my arrival and veering away, and the sound crosses the water, skips off the new ice. I thumb through the worn pages of my memory for the word that describes a gathering of ducks on water." - Thoreau

Reviews

[MCS]

Indeed its been cold, I know how those ducks feel. Nice flow to this piece :)