The ice can go
as quickly as it came,
strong wind from the south
making waves, sending them
undulating under,
blowing shallow ripples over,
till it all washed ashore
to clink against the chunks of it
that still remained

I was surprised by the speed
that the spirited day
could change everything,
or at least this one thing
that seemed so solid,
holding up rocks
only an hour before.

©Wendy Mulhern
February 2, 2019