There’s a stillness in the air

in anticipation of something

big to come. The birds are quiet,

the pond serene. A thin layer 

of ice is creeping across the 

surface of the water and Mr.

and Mrs. Mallard are swimming

to the far bank where the 

heron hangs out, seeking a

safe place to settle. Luna

and I are enjoying our walk 

knowing we may be housebound 

tomorrow if the BIG Storm comes.

icy 

hamlet

close to

pond’s edge

and pine 

needles 

scattered

into

distinct

patterns