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Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash. Leonard Cohen

Tuesday, March 3, 2015

Fleeting and Precious

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Time stops
for a moment, frozen
The bay
hides her secrets under
a cold, varnished lid
Branches of tall oaks
sheathed in shimmer
Pine needles
ensconced in ice
Winter's toothpicks
Dogwood
dripping diamonds
Ephemeral jewels
fleeting and
precious.

Note: I was inspired by the caption to a FB post from Dusty and Vicki Rhoades which read, "Dogwood dripping diamonds"

15 comments:

Björn Rudberg said...

The way water clings and drop from branches during the melting of snow is poetry just in itself.

Gail said...

I love the jewels of Mother Nature.

Audrey Howitt aka Divalounger said...

This is lovely, lovely!!

Tigger on Tranquilizers said...

Beautiful!

Sherry Blue Sky said...

Beautifully done.

Fireblossom said...

*sigh*

Jim said...

Lola, I like all of the Bay's not-fun in the cold. Blame it on Mother Nature (and Climate Change).
Precious jewels are those "Pine needles ensconced in ice." Short lived though.
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M. A. S. said...

"winter's toothpick"

Your images are ridiculously vivid and beautiful!

Kerry O'Connor said...

There is something secretive about winter time. Your description is apt and beautiful.

Margaret said...

Felt like I was intruding in a private moment. Very pretty

Outlawyer said...

A beautiful description of this beauty. Thanks. K.

Outlawyer said...

Ps this is manicddaily!

Helena said...

The perfect picture accompanying the perfect poem. The bigger click is amazing.

Susie Clevenger said...

A beautiful description of frozen nature.

Marian said...

This is so beautiful. Though I'm ready for this winter to be over, argh... still, the beauty is all around us. I love your description of the way as a jar with a lid... I'm picturing one of those old mason jars with a thick glass lid. Really lovely, thank you. :)