In the tempered glow of moonlight
We make our way to lake’s edge
Where crude benches sport a crop of boots growing like magic weeds
Magic is palpable tonight
As the full moon illuminates icy planes
Where bladed dancers pirouette
And the unrink where shouts and slaps reverberate
As hockey teams form and reform playing boisterously into the night
This deep into winter the ice is thick
Still, snapcracks startle when a fissure leaps across the crystalline surface
For a moment our faith is tested
We wonder if our godlike powers of waterwalking are hollow after all
But that thought is as fleeting
As the meteor that arcs across the sky overhead
Unnoticed by skaters whose eyes sparkle in the cold light
Charmed into the out time of wonder
Eternally frozen into a perfect moment
David Trudel © 2013
This was a nice read, and great how you took a simple scene and made it into something magica. “Where crude benches sport a crop of boots growing like magic weeds”
Funny, but for a Canadian I have hardly ever experienced the kind of winters that provide for outdoor skating.