Winter Lace
The
slumbering trees are winter lace
The
sky is peering through
It
seems to want to hide its face
So
what does it have to do?
The
leaves are gone
The've
all fallen down
(Disguises
last only so long)
Can
it be seen about the town?
It
peeks and looms
Finds
cover behind pines
The
branches seem like combs
Tidying,
raking the sky
Are
the whispy clouds
Its
well-kempt locks?
Is
the world decked out
For
a Sunday walk?
What's
the occasion?
A
Christmas time show?
A
black and white ball?
A
winter wonderland?
More
likely a funeral
Somber
+ cold
Mourning
the passing
Of
friends young + old
But
Spring will come again
And
with it the gaudy,
The
bright blooms
The
tender shoots
The
green leaves
And
nothing remains to be seen
Of
the fine, crisp filigree
Except
for the promise
Faint
on the wind
That
the wheel will turn
And
the time will return
To
cast off the gaudy
And
reveal the delicate
The
ballgown of the sky
Made
of dark, black
Winter
lace
-SFK
4.Feb.2016,
edited 26.Jan.2019
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