Swimming in L. Geneva amidst winter and snow

Strong

waves, crystallizing into ice

The bone cracking cold breeze,

Blowing through this gem of a valley,

Young divers, bare chested,

Begin to undress,

With no duress

Except their convicted consciousness,

This blatant edifice of courage…

The bridge is wide, and without the tides,

Like River Thames,

It still goes ,

As it went up to Rome, France and Italy,

Sparking and aiding the conquering by the Roman Empire,

Way after the Vikings had the ride,

For rivers and nature connect,

Albeit People disconnect ..

The small

dog, awaits

Patiently, by this cold lake,

And, now begins to rake,

By craning it’s nake..