Wednesday, December 1, 2010

Thaw

One frozen fortnight
Parenthetical snow
Deliberate repression
Encounters with no

Four frost-bitten quarters
Walking down roads
Talking in whispers
Determined to know

A bench in the forest
Broken and freezing
Drifting down snowflakes
Emptied by heaving

In silent ululation
And coming unfrozen
I counted the crystals
Face upturned, choice chosen

I saw the umbilical
He named it space
Dissolved by the stillness
Abdication with grace

He said what is severed
Creates his expanse
That sacred detachment
Allows him to dance






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10 comments:

Kati patrianoceu said...

This makes me feel like I'm actually out there making a snow angel. BIG SMILE

Jessica said...

Beautiful!

David N. said...

Lovely. We had our first snow yesterday, and I'm ready for more.

emily wierenga said...

you saw the umbilical...

oh misha. i love how you see. this was exquisite. so well written. xo

Carrie Burtt said...

This has such a wonderful flow to it....like the dance of snow....i love this Misha! :-)

Courtney Walsh said...

such beautiful, beautiful words. love it.

LauraX said...

such a beautiful, poem, so glad i stopped by today:)

Shannon said...

thank you. :)

Leslie said...

Yes. I've been in this place too, I think. And it comforts me to know that I am not alone on the journey... your writing is very beautiful... and thanks, also, for stopping by my blog and leaving your kind comment.

Misha Leigh. said...

Thank you, each one of you. Very much.