Barefoot on Thin Ice HTML version

The thaw
The grass is still brown
When the snow melts
But it greens
With time.
Seasons turn at random
Like people
With the sun and the wind
But mostly the moon.
It pulls the tides
Changing the moods
Of our lives
And shapes the shores
Take my shore.
One day
I will walk on your ice
And you will thaw again
An immaculate reconception.
The children will
Dance on the green grass
Innocently pounding it down
Naive of
The snow to come.