This poem from Somerville Poet Ed Meek about ice will suffice.

Spy Pond: Arlington, Massachusetts
–In the 19th Century Spy Pond was a source
for ice cut into huge blocks…

Ed Meek.

It’s unnerving when shuffling across the ice
in early March to feel a shift beneath your feet
and hear the aching crack before you see
the crooked rift that cuts a seam between your legs.

You might have known it wasn’t safe. You saw
the melting at the edge before you ventured out.
You know about the shifting seasons:
shorter winter, early spring, summer months

of record heat and drought. Just to be safe
you best drop down onto your hands and knees,
pray all the way to the shore.
Though now it’s hard to tell
if you’ll make it back…
Who’s knows exactly what’s in store?

— Ed Meek

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