Every day, a photograph, a poem.
As the ice retreats and breaks up on Banks Lake, we discover its beauty sparkling in shards, swirling into small rosettes of polygon petals floating, flowing.
And so, a poem:
In the shards of ice upon the lakeSheri Edwards
flowing, undulating in waves of sunlit sparkles,
diamonds of winter flow and swirl
into rosettes of polygon petals
ever tinkling with each ebb and flow,
answering the call of the raven.
Note: We left as the rocks on the cliffs behind us began to fall, as they do all winter and spring.