Secret Pond

Snow built a new landscape in the night.
Only natives recognize it now —
that wide white field?
It isn’t a field at all
but a frozen pond
favored by the geese.
How many similar secrets
does every village hold?
Every village (every heart)
waits for spring to thaw and show
what’s been hidden in the cold

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