Classic and Contemporary Poetry

WINTER WATER, by KENNETH SLADE ALLING
First Line: This bright, irregular disk of ice
Last Line: For fusing water into a jewel.
Subject(s): Winter

This bright, irregular disk of ice
I hewed out with my hatchet to get at the lake,
It formed last night on the water hole
That we cut. When it's cold the ice will make
Quickly; an oasis of glass
In an acre of snow ice. It came to pass
That the night was cold and the cold is fuel
For fusing water into a jewel.