Thursday, March 07, 2013

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 ~


Kameshwari said...

I continue to see images of Shangri-La.

Anonymous said...

This photo is stunning. The pattern looks like sun above mountains. And the reflection of camera is perfect.