Tuesday, January 06, 2009

More Ephemeral than Snow

What is more ephemeral than snow,
those fragile fractal hexagons of ice
that cling a little while and then let go?

A thunderstorm moves off and leaves a bow
of colors cutting through the rainy skies
to stay a little while, and then let go.

A soap and water bubble may be so
short-lived that no-one gets to see it twice,
yet scarcely more ephemeral than snow.

In spring the caterpillars hatch and grow
to metamorphose into butterflies
who cling a little while, and then let go.

I wake to hear the midnight rain, and know
the drifts will all be melted when I rise,
for what is more ephemeral than snow?

I go to God to ask this question, though
I know too well what He always replies:
that we are more ephemeral than snow—
we cling a little while, and then let go.

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Irving said...

Ah, an exquisite poem of life's passing wonders, including us :) Haunting and rhyming, just excellent :)

Ya Haqq!

Anonymous said...

A beautiful poem about transience. 'Ephemeral' has such a lovely sound and the villanelle is a favourite set form (along with the sonnet).

Kelly Fineman said...

Your mastery of the villanelle form is inspiring. Just, wow.

Anonymous said...

This builds so beautifully to the finish, and leaves us thinking. Lovely.

Tink *~*~* said...

That was just lovely! :) I'm all smiles now. Thank you!

Mine's a little more frivilous -

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CrAzY Working Mom said...

Very well written and beautifully simulated. :)

Happy Manic Monday.
Snow in the south.

bv said...

Just beautiful! I love the way you put words together and I love the meaning behind it all!

Polly said...

:) I always love your writing! Beautiful!