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Winter lake

January 30, 2013 by chrisbkm

The lake murmurs. Moans

beneath a foot of shifting ice.

Whale-song and buried thunder;

origins come to mind.

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Posted in Life, Poetry | Tagged nature, poem, sound, Tao, winter, writing | 11 Comments

11 Responses

on January 30, 2013 at 4:19 pm | Reply Huw Thomas

Beautiful image and words. Love the title of your blog too.
- on January 31, 2013 at 8:20 pm | Reply chrisbkm
  
  Thanks for your comment and for dropping by. I had a quick visit to your blog and look forward to exploring more.
  - on February 1, 2013 at 3:01 am Huw Thomas
    
    My pleasure. Likewise.
on January 31, 2013 at 12:57 pm | Reply ltownsdin

I remember those eerie frozen lake sounds.Your poem captures it wonderfully.
- on January 31, 2013 at 8:16 pm | Reply chrisbkm
  
  Thanks Linda! I bet you don’t hear a lot of frozen winter sounds anymore. Do you miss it at all? I’ve never had a problem with winter, but know my tolerance for the long cold Canadian winter is beginning to slip…
on January 31, 2013 at 8:28 pm | Reply gooseyanne

Love the poem and the photograph. I don`t think I could stand the cold there … my visit to Canada was in the spring.
- on January 31, 2013 at 8:30 pm | Reply chrisbkm
  
  Thanks Anne! Yes… spring is a better time. Summer even better! We’ve just come through an exceptionally long, cold snap… -15 to -30 with windchill for a couple of weeks. Not a lot of walking going on during those days.
on February 2, 2013 at 1:50 am | Reply Audrey Chin

we went to alaska. it was the end of summer but still there was a lot of ice. the first time I heard the ice speak. my sister lives in Canada and says she would miss the cold now if she were to move back to the tropics. I can’t even imagine a whole Canadian winter.
- on February 6, 2013 at 3:05 pm | Reply chrisbkm
  
  There is a real beauty to the Canadian winter that I would certainly miss if I didn’t live here (and did miss during the years I was in Germany). That said, winter is really changing with temperatures all over the map. One day snow. Another day rain. And as lovely as the season is at its best – as I get older, it’s always about 2 months too long.
on February 2, 2013 at 5:35 pm | Reply Thomas

I’ve never been around a frozen lake and would not have known about all the sounds it makes but for this lovely poem. Thanks.
- on February 5, 2013 at 9:02 pm | Reply chrisbkm
  
  Thanks Thomas. I’ve never heard a lake quite like this one. Usually the winter boom of cracking ice or splitting trees are wonders you come upon by chance (during the coldest hours). These days the lake is almost constant. Then again… so is the cold.