No longer frozen but still overcast the lake talks to itself
Converses with the trees lining its banks
The clouds and shadows
Reflecting all

As if to show it understands
Giving back each nuance
Changed by the features
Of its liquid face

Flown over now and then by
Neighbor ducks or geese
Perhaps an eagle

A very quiet winter afternoon

I calm into it
Become the sympathetic ears and eyes
And being

A part of what the water sees