Inspired by Federico Albanese’s “Carousel #3”:
Earth warming; fragile bud yawning into life,
opening to the day rising over horizon:
there, yonder. Tender greeting.
An unfolding invisible to the eye,
a naked beauty in movement so precise
we pass on by; see not the spectacle
miraculous. Tread heavy, care shod in fatigue.
Life in a day, opening and closing
as sun awakes before setting, ever
an awakening that sets.
Intricate flower, smaller than grass
surrounding, striving to thrive in winter sun.
Then frozen. Each petal encased,
caressed by chill fragment of
crystalline ice. Preserved image
of beauty pure, captured until creation
slowly unfurls from liquid ice,
blooming – reaching to light of sun – once more.
Perfect natural construct to underscore
our own inefficiency.
[Copyright N R Nolan © 2015]