And like a

Late April pond

In Northern Wisconsin

We’ve weathered the

Cruelest harshest and

Frigid months of

Our relationship hunkering

Down like foxes

Deep in burrows

Choosing to wait

For winters passing

And like said

Pond continues to

Flow and grow

Beneath the ice

We must choose

To embrace what

We’ve become during

These dead months

Or remember what

We were all

Those seasons ago