Lune for Spring

Our pond ice,

but one town away, father

and son fish.

Across their pond, 

a single fisherman's bright orange

jacket shouts hello!

Their pond reflecting

blue sky, wind speeding clouds:

one shared Spring.

Not shared here,

one town away, I wait;

our pond waits.

NOTE: A lune is a simplified form of haiku. It counts words instead of syllables: 3, 5, 3. Here I strung together 4 'lune' verses.