Sunday, January 03, 2010

Painful Beauty



author’s note:

A poem for these icy times.


PAINFUL BEAUTY

See how the ice
worries the trees--
the trees never asked for the ice
to be added
to all their other duties--

see the prisms
that run up and down
the ice as we walk--
see the prism
squeezed
into each drop that falls--

the drops we try
to avoid--sunlit, but bitter
but enlivening.

I can feel the wind
tugging, and
the trees straining
to maintain
their taut limbs.

I can feel the terrific
crucifixion
occurring within this tree--

until the last icicle falls--
sticks in the saturated ground--
then the tree can breathe
a sigh of relief.

Even so, the tree knows
that the wind can rise in a moment,
can bring clouds, then ice again.

The tree is beautiful.  But even more beautiful
with ice.  All over the mountainside--

I see beauty in painful abundance.


© 2010, Michael R. Patton
new steps

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