The deep cold that has invaded from the north has frozen the lake far out by night and
wave action has made icicles on the pilings. A small wind by day is enough to break this
ice cover up into plate sized sheets and pile it at the shore.
The poet Lonnie Hicks wrote in "An Icicle Kiss" that icicles are the winter's flowers.
He might well have described today's frigid beach which, despite the cold and dark clouds
to the east, presents a stark beauty here. A small patch of sunlight breaking through to the west
lights up this canvas.
The simplicity is beyond words.
Pondering winter's artistry, I decide that today's walk shall be a brief one.
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