three ridged rings
mark the days it took
to ice
the moving surface
of the pond
and start the humming
that ebbs and swells
with immense alien beauty
whooping
and shivering
and moaning
to bright February skies
cold as a day
in space

like a sawblade
that sings
when rippled and flexed
the water's crystal skin
absolutely roars
with harmonic resonance
as massive waves of sound
rush like wind
past me
down the shore
racing and whooshing
into the cove
and away
traveling the far edge
ringing along the ridges
thudding in the corners
vwoomp...vwoomp...voomp
the whole slab flapping

the hollow of the hills
reverberates
with great colliding
tensile sheets
of sonic warp
echoing
for miles

yes!
today!
winter's fierce spirit
sings and dances
for us
vibrating fields
of aetherial splendor
the visceral thrill
penetrating
profound
like hearing
the voice
of the aurora
resounding deep
in belly
nerve and bone

and the children
on the sunlit path
must throw rock
after rock
to join the dizzy symphony
to make
the monster sing!

nyaaaaoow
broing...oing...oing!

nyaaaaoow
drungung...ung...ung!

nyaaaaoow
bwaa...waa...waa...waang!