Lesson of the Goldfish

(my denoument)

There in its simplicity

 the goldfish leans against

 the golden disk.of the sun. 

one could suppose.

Round and full,

the goldfish dives downward

toward an unknown destiny.

I watch it melt.

Yielding to the iron post.

warmed....it dissolves.

Oh, that I could be as graceful

with my denouments.

Yielding to the larger flow

of time and warmth

and the inevitability of change.

knowing that I can not command

things to be a certain way

and stay the same

knowing that unseen forces

shape me.

and sometimes I melt too.

The Ice Maiden

    The Ice Maiden's Musings    

These fanciful musings open this blog

 about my continuing winter hobby about making ice sculptures....

.......for the cold winter of 2014  and 2015

Once upon a time there was a maiden who dwelt in the far north country where it was cold for six months of the year....at first she withdrew from the cold and then found a way to transform colored water into lovely ice sculptures using jello molds......these colorful pieces decorated her front lawn and yard. In the back yard, in her pine sanctuary was the Ice Laboratory where she poured water into the molds and let Mother Nature do the rest...freezing the colored water into forms that she brought inside and unmolded with hot water from the sink.

thus...the magical forms caught light and hung in the cold breezes.....melting ever so slightly in the warming March Sun.