Fleeting Filigree

Moonrise through Filigree Trees

Winter is dying

and dead trees

are coming to life.

Your sap is starting to flow

bringing  forth birthing buds

of spring as

people clammer

for the greenery of summer.

But I love you most

when you are naked, nude, and vulnerable,

stripped bare of  beautiful-to-be sure

spring/summer finery.

I mourn your fleeting filigree

on this snow-showery day

of  comforting gloom and grey

and feel kinship with you

as you stand staunch against the cold

and stark against the feathery flakes of white.

I think you  most beautiful

in your bare-arm-intricacy,

and lace-like, linear patterns

drawn against a back-drop of sky,

as you reach for the Almighty.

4 responses

  1. Excellent job at making funky weather seem elegant!! 🙂 I can’t wait for 90 degrees!


    March 18, 2013 at 10:25 AM

    • Thanks, Bootsie, but I have to admit to liking this weather– not the general consensus, I know.


      March 18, 2013 at 11:02 AM

  2. HI
    The poem is very good. Very descriptive in its detail.
    Keep on writing.


    March 19, 2013 at 12:25 AM

    • Thanks for the encouragement. You are very kind. Best, Ellen


      March 19, 2013 at 9:51 AM

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