Thursday, February 28, 2008

Thursday Poem - Frost

Notice each windowpane has a different
Swirling pattern of frost etched on the glass.

And notice how slowly the sun melts
The glaze. It is indelible: a fossil of a fern,

Or a coelacanth, or a derelict who
Rummages in his pockets and pulls out a few

Apple cores. Notice the peculiar
angle of light in the slow shift of sunrise.

Where is the whir of the helicopter?
The search for escaped convicts in the city?

Be amazed at the shine and the wet.
Simply to live is a joy.

Arthur Sze (Frost from The Redshifting Web)


Linda G. said...

Too lovely-blue and gold lighting the frost patterns-the poem............Thanks again Cate:)

kenju said...

Better than most modern art!!!

kate said...

The colours and textures in your photograph are amazing. The accompanying poem is uplifting ...

kerrdelune said...

It was -34 with the wind chill, and there I stood with a camera clutched in my frozen hand looking at frost patterns here and there - the gold and purple in this shot was very uplifting stuff on such an icy day. I might have been warmer on Everest...

Shelli said...


Anonymous said...

This is one of your better images. Nicely done.

Lisa at Greenbow said...

Your poem was so uplifting and the accompaning photo so full of life. I wanted to touch it.