Winter's Touch

frozen veins and logs

fill this lake 

time stuck in place

bitter can be the taste

but the trees creek and sway

they watch on their mountainside

As the wind weaves itself through their branches

an eagle cries far above

the salamander searches for a safer space

then through snowy clouds 

peaks warmth of sun

a glimmer of spring to come

for now time stays still

and critters draw near 

and wait