Saturday, November 24, 2007

Hard Frost

One of my on-line poetry friends cannot make her peace with winter. This one is for her.

I crave winter's silence and love its stark beauty.






Hard Frost
(For Dale)

This is what I want to tell you: Winter
is just the momentary pause between
inhale and exhale, as necessary
as breath. That earth needs her fallow
months the way you must dream each night
or risk a kind of fecund madness. Too much
light will burn through the wick of a tree's life.
The fall is no death, nor does cold still
the heartwood's sap. I know you don't
believe me. This morning, ice traced
the veins of a fallen leaf. I call it beautiful.
Your hands stiffen with anticipation.

--LJCohen, 2007

3 comments:

  1. Nice LJC, lots of good lines here. :-)

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  2. Shameless--thanks you for your lovely comment today, and on previous entries. You have certainly been better at keeping up with my blog than I have been at participating with the Shameless Lions. I will try to be a better adoptive parent to my Lion and to the circle.

    Thank you, c.s.!

    best,
    lisa

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