Thursday, April 7, 2011

Poem: Spring Ice


Spring Ice

It is April, but
ice lingers on the trees,
bright in the afternoon sun,
a painful tease of seasons

a reminder of how time heals
but erratically, with cold pain
cutting into the new warmth
at the most unexpected moments.

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The photograph was taken in Manchester, VT. You can click on it for a larger version.

Tom

3 comments:

Tess Kincaid said...

Elegant piece. Forgotten pain does have a way of cutting at the most unexpected moments.

Neezes said...

"Painful tease of seasons" is a lovely line.
Fortunately no ice here in Scotland, but still some snow on the mountains!
Neezes

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Margie said...

Beautiful photo and wonderful writing!
I enjoyed this one.
Thank you!

Margie.