The Ice is Aging

The ice is aging, going gray,

as we all do with time’s passage;

now the ice, ending its winter reign,

loosens his grip on the shore, held fast

these dark and frozen months, letting go

and tearing free a ribbon of water returning

to reclaim itself, growing longer and wider

in the lengthening days and brighter suns of spring,

spring-time’s weapons against the changing season;

so, too, is age letting go, loosening

its grip on us as we reclaim ourselves

in the lengthening days and brighter suns

of our own lives, warming ourselves for the years ahead.