bended tree—
with twiggy fingers
trailing along crust
of snow…can you
bear the weight? lacy
tendrils of frost nip
at your ankles and
this heavy wreath of
crystalline drips
from your crown. How
do you stand winter’s
icy blast--folded under
so? your aged limbs,
a scroll, creased in upon
bowed body and tied
down. do you pray?
do you stare directly
into the sun--this
divagating philter in
which you beek? await
the liberating thaw…
then you will arch your
back in piquant awakening
and reach once more
for brumal skies.
This poem is in honor of One Shot Wednesday over at One Stop Poetry...and the recent snows we have received, of course. Head over to One Stop for some more verse--it will warm you up inside!
24 comments:
Thanks Laura for a look at winter in sympathy to the trees that endure months.
I love your wording
thanks for sharing with One Shot - glad to have you here
Moon smiles
We haven't gotten anything more than a dusting (for which I'm thankful), though the wind is howling and the temp very low.
I like how you visualize the tree as it goes from being "bended" under winter's burden to arching its back with a "liberating thaw" and "piquant awakening" to spring.
What words! Love the unusual and underused. Lovely image they produce in my mind.
as usual...beautiful pictures painted with your words. what a gift, laura!
I love the questioning here. So beautiful.
beautiful images of a tree heavy laden with snow...thank you...bkm
Oh, Laura! This is beautiful!
I learned some new words - divagsting, brumal.
This is lovely, Laura. I think you struck exactly the right blanace between the delicacy of the pcutre that a snow-laden tree gives and the weight that the tree carries.
Oh my ... Laura. I like this so much.
Struck by the image of a "liberating thaw." Nice ...
New words delicately placed to thaw in this soul. Thank you for sharing.
gorgeous.
and to think I do stand and gaze and trees and wonder.
To be honest, I had to look up a few words. ("Beek" is a great one!)
Nice One Shot, Laura!
imagining being covered in snow
Simply beautiful.
Vivid images. Bearing up under winter can be an ordeal.
envisioning the arching back ...
Beautiful poem, Laura. The images are so real. Thank you for sharing this.
Andie
My world looks akin to yours. The trees here hold up well, but it is a wonder some days. Lovely One shot entry.
Beautiful picture your words paint...felt.
Interesting. A unique angle from which to view - not one many address. Stirred sympathy and hope for trees - nice work! Good word use, too. Strong image, and a potent potential symbol for many other struggles as well...
Your photo - it's so lovely!
I hear nature talking too...glad I am not alone.
Go on and send some snow my way. Please.
Blessings.
Great photo!
I love the poem! :)
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