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.


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



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!

Margie said...

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