The winter forest lake

December has not frozen the black water
of the forgotten lovely forest lake.
Its blazing face is quiet enough and sober.
Sharp waves are dancing slowly on one place.
It seems it splashes in different way: the winter
made the black water very cold and dense.
A lot of liquid slowly moving wrinkles
birth once and die, well-planning the black face.

December snow has clutched a banks cover.
Dried reed is shining in not warming rays.
The sun is lazy. It rises up much lower.
The frozen reed pushes up high countless hands.
They look amazing by the biggest contrast
with fluent water. Sharp enormous leaves
pierce the low sky's bright-turquoise airy hollow.
Light wind threw lots of tiny plumes seeds.

December lulls the snowy winter forest.
It is so fairy in the sun gold rays.
It is so cool, but trees are staying modest
with decorated by night blizzards branches.
The yesterday warm weather melted snowflakes.
The early morning frost has made small beads
on fragile tips. New falling white snow torrents
have covered branches. And all is in fine gleam.

                by Thea Ariss             
                13.12.2025/15.12.2025