In Winter, In Summer

In Summer

In summer the lake

Shines blue,

And calm.

The waters hold 

The boat

As it glides silently

Along.

Only the slapping sails

And creak of ropes

Mark its gentle progress.

Young voices,

Like the cry of birds

Echo over the water.

In Winter

In winter the lake

Becomes a solid

Platform, and birds

Tread carefully.

Even beauty becomes

Ungainly, unsteady

On her feet

Bowing her head

In meek acceptance

Of winter's blasts

She takes the bread

We offer.