Fleeting Filigree
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.
Excellent job at making funky weather seem elegant!! 🙂 I can’t wait for 90 degrees!
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March 18, 2013 at 10:25 AM
Thanks, Bootsie, but I have to admit to liking this weather– not the general consensus, I know.
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March 18, 2013 at 11:02 AM
HI
The poem is very good. Very descriptive in its detail.
Keep on writing.
Yisraela
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March 19, 2013 at 12:25 AM
Thanks for the encouragement. You are very kind. Best, Ellen
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March 19, 2013 at 9:51 AM