Thursday, March 03, 2016

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 ~


Tabor said...

I have never seen such a lovely pattern of little frozen blossoms. Harbingers of spring most certainly.

sarah said...

such a stunning photo (as usual).

Mystic Meandering said...

And the words remind me to be mindful, to be aware of life happening, to notice the details, to just observe... Just what I needed to hear today... Thank you... _/\_