Fishing in the Snow

Wandering far from home

Glistening streams of ice

Sliding down; I cannot fall

Though the powder seems real nice

My legs complain, fingers groan

As I ready-up my line

Attach the hook, lower it down

See it, through the ice, shine

The cold waves throw themselves

Against the rocks firm stand

Darling, I wish you were here

To clasp your gentle hand

My line moves no more

Just swings in the breeze

And the sound of my melodies

Whistling echoes through the trees

I am done with my time

But I dare not reel in, see

The fish have sticky socks

And I’ve nowhere to be

My line still stands taunt

For me, I let life go

My whistling’s gone, but

My story lives on, that

I was once fishing in the snow