Change of State
The pond froze clear last night,
a window into the still soul of winter
where yesterday the rubbery webs
of boisterous ducks convected frigid water
by night the molecules slowed and shifted range,
from coloratura to contralto,
tightening the ties that bind.
And from the seeds of impurity a crystalline lattice crept inward from the shore.
This morning the garrulous geese sit silent,
little princes upon the thinnest pane of ice,
the ess-curves of necks and breasts compressed against the
unyielding glassy surface.
In the low slant of late afternoon light ice crystals become flakes of gold leaf surrounding one last column of bubbles
captured in the moment of changing state.
Now the hush of winter begins.