“…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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An interesting poem and an even more interesting photo!
proof perfect of how icy our days and nights have been this month 😉
The entire poem is delicious. It reads effortlessly, though I’m sure it was never effortless in the composing of it; it’s too beautifully constructed to be off the cuff. I particularly like “Cold’s slab holds time from ending” and “strewn still.”
I particularly like Corries’ “pecan arrowheads,” and wish I could have come up with such a perfect epithet for the ice formations here
Water and light…the perfect combination. (K)
yes -especially when frozen in time 😉