The Pond in Winter
Even the first winter, there was enough of a pond for some to enjoy.
Like a coyote off a cliff, sometimes he'd be half-way before he went under.
But there'd always come a splash:
And coming out calls for four-foot drive.
Even in the winter there was work to be done. The second season the island started to take shape,
and I had to go ahead and move the martin house on to it while I could still walk out there.
Since then I've even learned to take the tiller out to the island by boat.