Chopping Ice on Lake Winnebago
With each thunk of the chisel
the white/blue ice chips catch the sun
and glint in cascades of light
On the lake shore
smothered in dents
a minnow bucket is tossed on end
abandoned in dull brown rocks.
I feel the north wind thrust through my parka
The trees crack as the horizon gives in to the cold.
Ice shantys checker the lake
Inside bearded fishermen lean over cards
and pot-bellied stoves throb and glow.
As I chop the ice shoves to shore
tearing itself to shards
The shoreline ruffles itself
like a man pulling up his collar.
On Lake Winnebago is a collection about life and nature of the water and nearby areas.
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