“…The leaves suspend. They hover through this trance
of the pond ice. Cold’s slab holds time from ending
an autumn caught in winter, chilled to a dance
of leaves strewn still. I watch two seasons blending
a tree line’s time of shedding, as ice sheds
time from the melt of shapes, crisp-edged above mud −
saw-toothed elm edge, these pecan arrowheads,
palmated jags of maple, heartshaped redbud….”
Sunday Sayings: This extract of Daniel Corries “Frozen pond” poem perfectly fits the ice shapes and cryogenic leaves held suspended in my pond this week
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