Ice drifted through the water
Though no current was detected
No bird winnowed the air
All seemed to be still
But yet only the snow fell
In the water still were the merrows
Buildings we passed had underlit windows
Death’s icy grasp was on this land deep down to the marrows
Though he was tranquil the land was harrowed
He saw his breath
Over the Lake
And in the reflection of the water
He saw the face of death