Tag: beauty

Spectacle of Winter

The quaking aspen
Its shivering leaves
Long since yellowed and fallen
Spreads bare branches

A net to capture
Brittle broken crystals
Falling gently
Alighting on smallest twig
A coat of soft white
On gnarled white bark

The clouds
Descended like a cloak
Over the mountains

The light
Flat as the calm sea
And equally tranquil

A scene
Rendered entirely in charcoal and smudge
But for a band of cottony hanging fog

There is creation
In every act of change
Even the most destructive

I seek the frame
In which destruction’s beauty
Can be seen

She asked:
Why can’t something just be ugly?

But it can, I replied.

She looked at me. Puzzled.

It just needs to be cinematically ugly.
Which is to say
It must still be beautiful.

Still puzzled.
So I expanded.

I love the blue skies
Snow-capped peaks
Atop emerald mountains
Over turquoise sea

But here is a rainforest
In this brooding monochrome
The nature of its beauty lies

And come to revel in it
Have I and many others

I’ve never seen the expression
Cradled in the clouds
Rendered with such concinnity
As along the Sea to Sky

The rain installed
It’s own kind of pretty
On a day otherwise
Oh so grey and dreary

The Sea to Sky
Seems no less grand
Or mighty
When the sky
Hangs low
And the clouds
Engulf the mountains

And here am I
In my little boat
Hauling logs across
The slate blue sea
Of a world
I hold in awe

The oldest story
As old as life
Seeking water
Seeking purchase

I set down roots
On which to stand
There hold on dear
Draw in the land

I marvel
At all the many worlds I see
From just one place
In time and space

Moments within moments
Scenes within scenes
Lives in the midst of living

If only I take
The time to look