Sense Sonnet - Chiller

 My One Evening

Poet, William Stafford, wrote of

"One Evening" he skated lone

On a frozen pond, dusk above.

I too was skating on my own

North of Liberal, so maybe

It was the same frozen pond where

His poem described as where he

Spent at least one evening there.

Like William I was about to

Head for home when I heard the sound

Of crashing ice, and I fell through.

Ever again be homeward bound?

Don't know how I'm gonna get out.

This one evening's gone bad, no doubt.