Walking in winter

Walking in the winter dark I watched
black tree bones
sift bright stars through skeleton fingers.
Oh, how the hydrogen sang
in the silent star-foundries,
ripping and curling continents of flame through oceans of space.
But in the cobwebbed net of branches
sap lies dormant for the
winter tide is yet to turn
And frost still crystallises earth
Though heavens burn.

(c) A McN


Different perspectives can lead to such different perceptions! It is remarkable that life clings so relientlyin a universe of wild extremes.