Winter comes to Goose Lake

Hi everyone,

I have a morose fascination for watching ice form on Goose Lake. This time it came on a dismal gray morning following a low of 11 degrees. The first hint of ice looked more like a light layer of impurities floating on the surface, like dirty dish water in the sink. Anxious ducks and geese swam randomly at the front of the formation, sometimes nearly bumping into one another.

Within an hour the ice was ice, reflecting dull images of leafless trees. The birds had taken refuge on land until the transformation was complete and they could get their bearings again.

That was two mornings ago. Yesterday the temperature rose slightly above 32 and the thin crust of ice retreated, holding its frosty breath. We all know it will be back before long, creeping quietly across the surface as only ice can do.


13 comments on “Winter comes to Goose Lake

    • Good morning, Cheryl. Very little ice this morning except at the far end where geese are tiptoeing across it. Once we get a string of cold nights it will be back but it rarely lasts long or becomes too thick.

  1. The Ice Returns

    That unwelcome visitor
    who always overstays,
    has returned from its sojourn
    in the far north.

    It moves in, complaining
    about noisy birds,
    feathery drip of leaves,
    soughing of winter trees.

    Grey-faced and greedy,
    it takes over the lake,
    stills the hissing voices
    of the resident geese.

    We dare not challenge
    its claim, so well documented.
    It owns the land.
    We shiver and are still.

    Better this season’s cold,
    then a year of it,
    we tell ourselves,
    a lifetime would be worse.

    No one is fooled.
    Especially not ourselves.
    The geese, however,
    take to the warmer air
    for a moment of respite.

    We long for wings.

    ©2016 Jane Yolen all rights reserved

  2. David, I enjoyed the photo where the sun is rising to warm the little creature hidden along Goose Lake. Jane I love your poem, the last line we all are feelings when it comes to a cold winter – “We long for Wings.”

  3. What a B E A U T I F U L picture, David.
    I love the way Tree stretches its arms protectively over Mirror-Lake and the meandering path that beckons to step into the scene. Truly a place for reflection.

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