Silent is my lake
Deep in its quiet bowels
Slumber unquiet clouds
A jig-saw puzzle:
Its gray expanse of water
High above clouds flecked
No form is their form
Cubic metres of water,
Clouds, lake, frozen day
Nose blue, Polar air cuts, thanks very much. ( Numb fingers reach for Early Irish Lyrics , fine deep-freezing form . I “musicked” some for choir in February 1972… )