Winter Water

Could be a place you call home,

could be a place you call memory,

could be a mirror,

could be the path of a stone

sinking deep in winter water

All these clouds have gathered

to view themselves,

to feel their loft,

to lend the pond another layer

of depth and luminosity

We will go deep, too,

because we love to,

and we will float high

because we, too,

include the sky.

©Wendy Mulhern

January 3, 2019