Winter loch

Moments of tenderness scale the surface,

Gliding gently across the horizon.

Each jagged line scores a light trajectory as far as their wounds will carry them.

Glittered with frost, the lake's lament eases once more, exhaling sharp snaps that splinter the silence.

Cracks shudder and echo,

Until they lose pace and haunt their way into the distance.

The water below, black and silent.

Moments of grief, blot the sheaths of white.

Imprints of demi-spheres, where pools of light and broken ice gather and sink.

Shattered thoughts, glistening; they empty their volition, casting intricate patterns around each indentation.

At the water's edge, branches bow and caress the ripples that escape the expanse.

A stillness like no other. 

Numb to the solace,

Awaiting summer's return.