Surrounding the trees,

Or sheltering therein,

Tables stand their ground,

Waiting patiently,

Welcoming.

Those who will gather.

The thin ice shows its face occasionally,  

But mostly stays quiet,

Waiting for a change to occur,

Strengthening and weakening,

With no apparent change in appearance.

Like myself and the others around me.

Belying danger which lurks below.

Pink, choice of color of all four-year-old girls,

And avoided by boys,

Creating future stereotypes,

Based on interpreting a wavelength,

In the mind.

            making Pink a word, not a color?

And what someone says it means.