The Big Lake in Winter

I'm not there now, it's been too long
The Point, the beach, the shore
Miles of untracked snow
Twilight to darkness
Moonless, never blackness

Broken chunks of ice, endless, ceaseless rush
Rushrushrushrush
Hoarse lakewhispers: loud, but
beautiful

Update: Ah, it sounded better last night. Whattaya expect from a self-avowed philistine?