4-19 Lux Aeterna

Odd how inspiration occurs. This branch has been thus for months and anytime I sit on the porch I notice it. Good Friday was when this was prompted. In a way it’s a poetical parable, I think.

 

Lux Aeterna

—Ln. light eternal

 

That night, freezing rain

crushed slick boughs.

Evergreens bowed in

 

glazed sanctuaries.

A long, thin branch

fractured at its base,

 

hung upside down by

woody fibers—

its upended crown

 

rocked from icy breaths.

It swayed, storm or shine,

cleaved to mother tree.

 

.           .

 

Birdsong crescendos.

Crows caterwaul at

a distant pine. Lime

 

cascades everywhere.

Wisteria purples

shrubbery with grape shapes.

 

The branch rises—

green blades crescenting

towards sunny beams.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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