Crackling and barren,
burdened slender boughs struggle.
Their shadows mimic.
Strength in stark beauty,
monotonic in shading,
essentials lay stripped.
Beneath the deadness,
renewal and hope await
their life cycle turn.
burdened slender boughs struggle.
Their shadows mimic.
Strength in stark beauty,
monotonic in shading,
essentials lay stripped.
Beneath the deadness,
renewal and hope await
their life cycle turn.
9 comments:
HI JUDY - so happy to se you and "read" you :-) Beautiful poem of Winter's intent and promise
Love to you
Gail
peace.....
And you see this from Florida? JK. I love the beauty of snow and ice when seen from an inside window. I need to remind myself about nature's analogy -- life lies beneath the barren wasteland.
Peace,
Muff
Superb!
So true we had a warm up here, just enough to turn the grass green, now it's locked unchanged under ice. Mary
Beautifully said!
Everything happens in its own time; and winter's emptiness makes spring and summer's beauty possible.
And even the barrenness of winter has its own special beauty, as you so beautifully set forth today. Again... well done. Beautifully said!
Strength in stark beauty....I need to remember that, it is true
Really excellent.
One of the reasons that I like snow.... that even being cold etc. it brightens up the night a great deal allowing you see much more than usual :o)
Gail, I’m glad to be back.
Muff, it was all those years I spent in Chicago that taught me about snow. Hard to forget.
Karen, thanks.
Mary, it will grow again. Thank goodness.
Robert, the trick is finding the beauty even in the most unpromising places.
Kim, there is a robustness to starkness. I think that’s what inspired those words.
Diane, thanks much.
Anne, I hadn’t even thought about the light reflecting quality of white snow! Thanks!
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