Ice Breaking

Ice Breaking …

A time that is both,

dramatic and romantic,

in a wild sort of way –

the time the ice upon the river breaks.


As spring approaches,

I run down to the river,

I watch as the dark waters swirl,

in places, ice still holds on.


Then the moment of drama.

with loud cracking.

the ice starts to come apart

and ice rafts in different shapes and sizes-

get ready to promenade.


The river finally breaks free.

from the winter chains that held it,

with a new life it begins to flow

and the ice pieces start to go.


The parade of ice rafts,

begins to move along,

as the river like an angry wild mustang –

begins bucking wanting to be free


The ice in a mad, crazy dance,

goes flowing down the river,

the ice rafts like parade floats,

move along much faster,

making you want to shout, “Hooray!”

as the ice breaks and heads out toward the sea.


This is the drama and the romance,

of the river, I have found,

that thrills me to no end,

when winter loosens its grip,

gulls up above cry with joy,

soon they’ll be dancing upon the waves once more.


Then I know for sure,

that the door to spring,

is soon to be open wide,

gulls will be bobbing upon the river,

the new leaves on the mighty oaks along the bank,

waving to me as the warmer breezes blow

and soon I know,

the lovely forget-me-knots will be blooming.


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Rasma Raisters

I am a poet and writer. I write for many different sites online. I have two published books of poems on Amazon - Poetic Thoughts Fly and On the Wings of Love.

6 thoughts on “Ice Breaking

  • January 13, 2020 at 11:07 PM

    I love our Truckee River in all seasons, but seeing the ice break up means spring and the waterfowl will soon be back. Nicely penned verse, Rasma.

  • January 16, 2020 at 12:28 PM

    Wow – this really brought back some fun memories from when I was young – we’d place bets on when the ice would finally crack and slide effortlessly down the many rivers where I grew up. You’ve done a wonderful job telling this story…

    • January 17, 2020 at 9:49 AM

      Thank you,, RJ. It was inspired by the ice breaking up on the Daugava River that divides the capital of Latvia, RIga in half when I lived there. It was a sight to behold at the end of every winter.

  • January 19, 2020 at 8:30 AM

    Your observations here are spot on Rasma. I can tell that you spent many hours watching the ice on the river. Wonderful imagery and well crafted. Jamie

    • January 19, 2020 at 5:37 PM

      Thank you, Jamie. These are memories of the Daugava River when I lived in Riga, Latvia.


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