Here this morning, silver spindled
bare trees stand reflecting as glass,
crystal excelsior, a treasure,
branches crackling like fire kindled
midst bright cold sun in withered grass-
here captured by my heart, no measure.
An awareness of beauty from the past
cannot compare. No words convey.
One might say nature’s indulgence.
Such hard brown bones midst shadows cast
lends earthly grieving graced today,
jeweled in divine effulgence.
