The river might not have frozen over this winter
but the lakes did
and still are.
Every time I Look at this island just bursting with trees
I think of Emily Carr
and how she would have painted it.
Close to shore cracks are appearing
revealing water below.
Slowly releasing it's icy grip on the land.
Reflecting on on the changes to come
and how it will dance with the winds
and mirror the sun all summer long,