Let it be

The icy rain cameice covered holly

and covered all of creation

with a shimmering sheet.

Heavy under its weight

it bent

and then dripped

and then froze,

God’s great ice-o-metrics.

Fragile. Frozen. Frosted.

The snow cameicy feeder after storm

and blanketed the icy stillness

with layer


layer of beauty.

Limbs bent

lower and lower.

I can ease their suffering and lighten their load with but a brush of my hand.

But then, so exposed, and so fragile, they would shatter.

So, I let them be.

Days of warming

will melt and lift

the bended to stand again.

Tall and strong

in the rays of the sun.

About wlebolt

Life comes at you fast. I like to catch it and toss it back. Or toss it up to see where it lands. I do my best thinking when I'm moving. And my best writing when I am tapping my foot to a beat no one else hears. Kinesthetic to the core.

Posted on December 17, 2013, in Body and tagged , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 1 Comment.

  1. Beautiful, just beautiful

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