Monday, December 24, 2012

The Tree's Mystery

...sends an evergreen
perfume round itself.
never pausing to explain
the deeply felt halo,
not halting the flow
of veiled suggestions,
unseen ancestors
whispering and gone.
Lights of gold,
adventure, love,
terrible loss,
amazing holiness.
This for the poor,
this for the lonely,
something gentle
just for me.

4 comments:

  1. How poignant, and it resonates so well, Lorna. I love the "unseen ancestors, whispering and gone", and "this for the poor, this for the lonely, something gentle just for me." Sounds perfect, kiddo!

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  2. traditions carry all those spectres -- sad and happy, indeed

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  3. that closure is rather haunting...makes me think lf the something borrowed something blue of weddings...there is a magic to this...and i like it tied to a tree...

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  4. Lovely cadence.

    Wishing you much writing success in the coming new year.

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