in December . . .
we lived in the arms
of the most spectacular
ice storm
I’ve ever seen
overwhelming beauty
in the midst of devastation
— obstacle course of
downed trees and lines
invisible log-middles
hauled away, heads and feet
left to bookend the road
— scream of branches wrenched,
ripped from the mother trunk,
visible scars that won’t heal
Dr. Zhivago
and Lara
in the Ice Palace
surreal, breathtaking,
achingly
exquisite mist
protected them briefly
A tiny taste
whisper
scent
surrounded us
for a week
And now,
we have power
again
more power
than we knew
May the lights of the season
fill us with gratitude
show the way
to a peaceful
fulfilling
and happy new year
Michele
Comments on: "Holiday Wishes from the Poetic Muselings" (4)
Neat poem! I love the cool pictures too, and your menorah!
thanks, Anne — the way the lights reflected and multiplied made me grab the camera. I didn’t realize how many reflections there were until I started playing with that picture. So happy to have light after our week without power!
Lovely poem and photos, Michele.
Thanks, Margaret. The beauty of the ice crystals was amazing.