The lake in January

 

At bedtime the lake was still frozen

a grey tundra wasteland

too thin to skate on.

Earlier, a gaggle of geese

goose-stepped their way by

mockingly, or so it seemed.

It had been frozen for a week

but days of rain had turned it

mushy and uninviting.

It is January, dreary

and the longest month.

Even the birds,

the most cheeriest of creatures

are elsewhere!

(January 2021)