The willow weeps near bedroom windows. Bare.
The - at last - leafless branches, stripped
By crystalling North,
End in exponential curves to bisect a frozen axis.
But beyond, against the sky, though seen
Through willow tears, there's that evergreen
We planted twenty years ago: arms raised in
Exuberance of immortal green - a shout and whoop
For nature's Winter fireworks
There.
Dec 18, 2010
Dec 18, 2010 at 11:12 PM UTC
The willow weeps near bedroom windows. Bare.
The - at last - leafless branches, stripped
By crystalling North,
End in exponential curves to bisect a frozen axis.
But beyond, against the sky, though seen
Through willow tears, there's that evergreen
We planted twenty years ago: arms raised in
Exuberance of immortal green - a shout and whoop
For nature's Winter fireworks
There.
c 2010 Jeremy Ducane
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