Saturday, March 14, 2009

Poem: The Coldest Season

The Coldest Season

Ice. Snow. But beyond that, the blue
of a sky clearing,
making way for spring

in such unexpected color
that you cannot begrudge the last gasp
of winter,

for you know, even if it is in denial,
that the coldest season
cannot last.

And so you watch on this frigid day,
taking in the white earth,
allowing it this one moment of power

that cannot survive,
aware that this lonely moment in your life
will melt away, sure as spring.


The picture was taken near Mount Jackson, Virginia. You can click on it for a larger version.


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