i've heard them before, always near the end of winter. it is a harbinger of spring, and gladly welcomed.
the ice is still at least a foot thick, has snow on top, and winter fishermen still ply their trade on it daily.
but i have now heard that change is afoot. if you listen, you might hear it.
thus speaks the ice - deeply resonant, groaning its release of winter with sublime abandon.
copyright 2006, jessica voigts
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Comments: 25
Your descriptions delight and feel like magic.
Wilhelmine-- I know a dance called "St John River" that mimics the tide coming in and out of that river. (for 8 people)
lovely as always jessie!
alice - lucky you! i'm still looking amidst the brown soggy leftover grass for signs of life. nice, nice! did you take a picture?
As a child, living close to Long Island sound, I use to love going to sleep to the sound of fog horns. It wasn't until I moved to New England and walked along fresh water ponds and lakes in the dead of winter that I heard the sounds you're referring to here.
colleen - well, you have to train yourself to listen, don't you? most people don't, i think. they just rush. when i was in japan, and was surprised that everyone had umbrellas (even strapped to their briefcases!) i said, "i don't use an umbrella, i run to my car." sigh. what was i thinking, in this previous life??