December 12, 2011
Along its edges
the pond heals its winter skin
over summer wounds.
I like the thought of winter as a time of healing, so the imagery used in this haiku is very satisfying to me, even though most people, sometimes myself included, look on the cold and ice as at least inconvenient or uncomfortable.
Before refrigeration in the town where I grew up, ice production was a real winter industry with workers cutting ice blocks from the town’s frozen lake’s surface, peeling off a pond’s epidermis a cube at a time. Even a railway line, now long-gone and long-forgotten by most, led from the present-day railway station right up to the lake to transport the newly-mined ice to ice houses elsewhere, hoping most of it would stay frozen long enough for warm weather when demand for something cool would increase.



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