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

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
dripping diamonds
Ephemeral jewels
fleeting and

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


brudberg 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!!



Sherry Blue Sky said...

Beautifully done.

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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.

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. :)