As lakes freeze over

(photograph by Sophie van den Abeele).

I am an almost frozen lake, altering this October into solid.

Every last one of my waves struggles to complete.  I am fresh water, purified and invisible, filtering the bad dreams away.

In my lake the fish swim for fun and experiment with shoal shapes.  The moon watches over my still water to make promises it keeps.

Grey moon of October, whistling down for attention!

It’s OK autumn harvest moon, for we see you.

As I freeze, I sigh and this movement happens slower now, as my molecules huddle closer.  If you watch me you can’t see it, for your attention isn’t gentle enough, but suddenly I am one. 

Never moving again, until the light of the next spring, solidly taking a break.

Sleep with me,

rest with me,

breathe with me.

This late, autumn harvest moon will keep an eye on us together.

We are safe.