A light at dawn

My mind reaches, grasps toward the shimmer in the lake
I cant feel my face because of the wretched cold
The cold that holds me, cradles me like a child
Then crushes me like an insect in the wind and rain at dawn.

My face freezes into one position of anger and pain
I cant see my reflection any more...am I blind?
Am I dead, am I transparent like a ghost might be?
I shake my arms into the lake and see only a light inside.

A light that brightens up the entire lake and blinds me....almost
I jump back startled by what seems to be hundreds of thorns
My eyes in my head ache from the sharpness....no wait...
They are not thorns in my eyes, its the light at dawn.