Friday, January 2, 2009

Poem for the Inauguration of the New Year








The world past autumn turns sere and skeletal,

a landscape sketched in chalk and coal, each line

a dormant branch or vine submerged in drizzle,

its flames snuffed out, a flaw in God’s design,

a smudge, a slanted rhyme, define despair

until I see a tree on fire, with jewels

of burning orange light, a vision rare--

an oxymoron nature ridicules.



The poet cloaked in black leaves oval footprints

in the snow, his face a mask of cold resolve,

a fan in his outstretched hand, bears a glint

of spring, a branch of plum blossoms absolves

the winter of its dying dream, its barren strife,

instills a newborn hope and cries, Choose life.

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