The dream of winter can, at least for a moment, take you to another place, away from the worries of the world. Maybe, it’s a journey to an enchanted kingdom or a fairy tale of old oak matriarchs, who, throughout the night, donned the falling snow, so that in the glow of the morning sun they would, for at least a time, be restored to their golden youth, transformed into young and shining maidens of lace.
Spears Woods in Willow Springs, Illinois
Stop and Look Up
Sun and snow on the trail, slip-sliding with ease,
Stop and look up, see the lace in the trees.
Take your mind off the cold, as your fingers they freeze,
Stop and look up, see the lace in the trees.
Forget your life problems, in all scales and degrees,
Stop and look up, see the lace in the trees.
An enchanted new realm, where you have the keys:
Just stop and look up, see the lace in the trees.
But, in this fragile world, the sun is the master,
too much love from the star turns white lace to wet plaster.
As I travelled the realm, of white chambers and walls,
came the cracking and crumbling of great sculptures and halls.
Falling white all around me, as the sun loved the lace,
I crashed back to earth, a cold slap to my face.
In clearing my eyes of the snow that had plopped,
Life was now looking up, now that, finally, I stopped.
Mike, Great poem that applies not only to winter, but also to how we all should take time to consider the beauty of life.
I loved the picture, we have been enjoying the lace here too and a spruce that happens hung with garlands of snow. I thought your poem was very beautiful and a wonderful reminder to all of us. Keep up your good work and thanks for sharing it.
Thanks! It’s good to hear from you!