Monday, December 14, 2009
Tree Branches of Winter
There is a beauty
In stark tree branches--
Lace sculptures held in gray hands of winter sky.
Something there that was not seen yesterday
But spoke to me today,
As I stood at the old weathered apple tree: fallen to frozen ground.
I silently, reverently, gathered
An armful
Of dead branches, bereft of leaves and life,
Held them in my warm hands,
Brought them in to the house
Arranged them in vases
Where suddenly
Those stark tree branches
Spoke eloquently of green life to come.
--Bonnie Joy Bardos
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Really good piece of poetry. Renewal in the midst of winter, I like that.
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