Tuesday, February 17, 2009

the tree paints blue fingers

the tree paints blue fingers


Thrust and gust winds withdrawn,
the tree paints blue fingers
on Winter snow,
hidings from the sun.
There is stillness here.
This is not cold,
it’s the warmth of a creator
in different hue.
This isn’t the blue of melancholy
depressed, forlorn and out of inspiration.
This is the blue of celebration
with bunting snow adornment
shouting for all to hear:
‘Behold, I make all things new’.

3 comments:

Cami said...

I'm so glad I came here this morning to read this. It's the state of mind about winter (which has been incredibly frigid this year in Michigan, US) taking fully into account that God has a purpose in everything. "Behold I make all things new."

I love this, Keith - thank you!

Dedicated Writer said...

Wonderful poem as always, Keith!

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Happy blogging,
Tammy

Gabriel Gadfly said...

Bravo! I love the images in this piece. Very well written.