Pagosa Springs Artists

A Late Snow

 

The white ground covering
stretches into an opaque white sky
like an empty page of paper
readied for a new story.
The dark trees all reach upward
into blank nothingness,
branching then diverging into a net
of delicate fingers begging
 something of the diffused sunlight.

They seem like so many hungry souls
grasping predictably
at the indistinct graces
of their annual Easter ablution.
A new season of faith?

Over time, the trees will still be branching
and reaching;  but come spring
their faith will be
vividly
crowned in green.

 

first published in Creative With Words

© 2002 Bonnie Manion

 
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