February Stroll

The barren trees are standing tall and proud 

Warm winter breeze caressing all around. 

The waterfowl and gulls broadcast their sounds 

That carry 'cross the lake both clear and loud. 

The shrinking ice rides calmly on the waves 

Retreating slowly from the morning sun. 

The fractal patterns' melting has begun 

Cold water vying for the warmth it craves.  

This balmy interlude 'midst winter's chill 

A welcome respite for me and my stroll. 

Twice 'round the lake for me today a thrill 

Postponed five weeks, for me to wait until 

The weather deigned to suit my weary soul 

My Sabbath walks I could again fulfill.  

Frank Garnick