Scratching The Surface
I’m skating on the surface
The sheet of glassy ice
A frozen pond-
With all its mysteries
Just underneath
It all seems so smooth
Cutting and turning
Racing with the wind in my face
As I streak across the open expanse
But just below
Where the icy waters still churn
Something else exists
Neither light nor dark
Seemingly settled for the moment
As the frozen top keeps all away
Twenty-seven red mugs line the edge
All with hot chocolate
Sweetness for the cold day
And maybe some for the thaw
When the top melts away
And the surface meets the depths
Where the mysteries lie
And answers of the coming spring are revealed