A Midwest winter solstice having passed,
the sun will soon begin its southern crawl,
and daylight hours, now in scant supply,
increase in number, forcing spring's recall.
Cold lakes, asleep in frigid silence, wait
for the melting of their layered, icy wraps,
and though secluded, those around them bide
return of color to their snowy laps.
Most wildlife has lulled and settled down
to hibernate through arctic biting chill,
an eerie calm surrounds the lakeshore's edge,
the Midwest winter's denizens are still.
The hush will break with sunshine's warm effect-
the booming cracks mean little disrespect.
Jack has published over 350 poems in his career, many with his own photography. He specializes in a view of the commonplace and Americana.