Lake Erie on New Years Day 2016

Into the wild
into the cold
that bites
that chews
that freezes
and steals the breath
angry lake
mirrors
the anger
and fear
that chew at my insides
yet here is where
I run
to feel the frozen sand
beneath my booted feet
to touch
what grounds me
to steal
the bits and pieces
of the eternal
pink and yellow glass
sharp edges knocked smooth
stones worn away
a moment in time
that fits so exactly
filling the hole
that needed to be eased

author: April Wells
published: January 2, 2016