Friday, March 13, 2009

Inside the Eye of an Angel

Now that it's gone I miss the ice
that left crusts on the sidewalk like fingernail clippings,
coated my windshield with translucent stars
glass bonded to glass.

Every step that day was an exercise in caution
a lesson in mindfulness. Every twig and leaf
was edged with illumination glimpsed sideways
and I turned to find myself surrounded
by tiny rainbows, scattered bits of color
darting like hummingbirds among frozen flowers.

Now that it's gone I miss the ice
and its miraculous prismatic silence
like living inside the eye of an angel.

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5 comments:

Linda Jacobs said...

As much as I am longing for spring, you are right about the beauty of ice! I'm still sick of it, though!

Lovely poem!

Tumblewords: said...

I hope to remember this next winter...beautiful words.

Fledgling Poet said...

Wow, the imagery in this was stunning. It actually made me appreciate the beauty of winter, if only for a brief moment! Beautifully done.

Pretty Me!! said...

i really loved this one .. too good imagery !

one more believer said...

beautiful image the eyes of angels... lyrical and magical tho hard to digest... we're still w/cold and ice... maybe a bit too long... i see no rainbows only dirt and mud the dream of spring unfolding...