Here Is My Feast Of Crystal Splendor

Now the landscape is still.

Grasses are stiff, rimed with frost.

Bare trees sleep,

dreaming of warmth as yet  distant.

But a new beauty imbues their branches

their essential selves emerge

in a pattern of graceful tracery

against the winter sky.

I am become ice,

caressing the garden with my cold kisses,

taming wavelets to stillness.

Here is my feast of crystal splendor

displayed in masses of diamonds

that sparkle everywhere to see.

How beautiful I am,and how pristine.

relish my beauty,  but do not touch me

lest you suffer from the frost.

I magnify the light,

extending its power to dazzle the eye.

Soft snow shrouds me in a white fur cloak,

muffling sound, softening hard edges.

But I crack branches,

scour stones, and buffet cliffs.

Locked out of life I pry at openings to get in.

I am envious of warmth,

nd will not melt before my time,

nor give way when the light begins to lengthen.

Some call me cruel, others kind,

knowing that  all life needs to sleep,

that old forms crumble to make way for new.

But  light  persists. At last  I soften in the warmth,

beguiled,  I loosen my clasp until

irresistibly compelled I yield myself at last

to Spring’s embrace and fall asleep

to drowse the warm away

knowing one day I will return.

Photo and Poem by Tasha Halpert Winter  Day Ice

1 thought on “Here Is My Feast Of Crystal Splendor

  1. This poem is part of a larger work called Love’s Body Speaks, this being the section on winter. It seems quite appropriate for now, here in N.E.


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