It Rained Hard Last Week
Today
I took a walk and saw
fallen branches
on the ground,
brittle and matted mixtures
of brown leaves, yellow grasses
ceramic pots with mummified stalks
slumped in their lifeless gestures
making macabre garden sculptures
only traces of what once was
All these things did not survive
the deep lake of winter
Now that ice and snow are gone
Spring breezes rock the new growth
and my eyes are drawn upward
In my peripheral vision
I catch what appears to be gold leaf
fluttering on the frames of happiness
I feel from seeing the boughs swaying
plump with rain water
laughing at the sky
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Absolutely love “the deep lake of winter”. Thank you for sharing!
thank you for responding to– “the deep lake of winter”–this past winter rendered those words about itself to me —thanks for reading my poem.
There’s so much power in that last line. No matter how ruthless the sky can be, it will never be able to destroy everything.
I love hearing your reaction to that last line…thank you so much for sharing your thoughts.
That final stanza lands so well. What a delight of a poem!
Thank you Deanna for your kind words.
gold leaf
fluttering on the frames of happiness
Lovely, and happiness is not a “stand alone” abstraction here. You show it throughout the poem, that strong sense of contentment even among winter’s victims!
Thank you so much for your thoughtful comments. I appreciate your insights!
gorgeous poem, especially the stanza around “fluttering on the frames of happiness”
Now when I walk and the leaves are moving all over, with sun on them–the gold leaf is there. Thank you for your kind comments.