Ephemeral Ice

Ephemeral Ice
Michael Gollin
March 2015


Ephemeral ice floats
gray, ringed by water,
then the lakeshore
narrowed by spring rain flood,
then the asphalt trail.

Canadian geese gather in a gaggle standing walking flying swimming.
Honking, pushing 100 strong,
they never really leave.
Webbed footprints, w’s in
slush, diverge in a V.

An odd oblong resolves into
shell head and legs,
a turtle
(a Red-bellied Cooter
I deduced later, red obscured by mud)
crawling from the shore water
on the edge of the ice
towards the middle.

It turns left and crawls,
left again through puddle on ice, heading back to water! but left again, his double trail a 9.
A prophecy?
Then left again towards the geese and left again
an expanding spiral then
Plop! back in the water
and safe mud.

A day of hard to figure where to go.
Sun is warm but ice is cold.



Spring snow

Spring Snow
Michael Gollin
March 30, 2014

After we endure two days of rain,
the air and ground turn white again!
Snow to end the month of March? Really?
But still, I offer you my guarantee —
something you can count on —
Spring will come! (I won’t say when.)

You can just believe me,
or stick around and wait and see.
And when new blooms have conquered snow,
I can say I told you so.

Every spring in Rochester,
my father used to say:
It always snows in April,
it sometimes snows in May.

He kept his word, with nature there,
we never proved him wrong,
and I will keep my promise, too,
that Spring will come along.