Saturday, February 26, 2011

Playing the exchange

Playing the Exchange

Yes, it's beautiful
this landscape of white
broken by the dark tree lines.

The wind howls
the snow accumulates
like bull market profits
only to later melt down to a trickle.

Logging trucks tear up the dirt road
jeeps slide down,
otherwise silence,
cold slippery ground

and isolation--
anthropomorphized into a punishment for sins--
each roof-chained icicle is a bead
on winter's rosary--
fingered in penitence
melted into the spring of forgiveness.

11 comments:

Leslie Avon Miller said...

Wow Suki.

"melted into the spring of forgiveness"

Love that.

Tess Kincaid said...

I really like the snow compared to the stock market. Original and very clever, Suki. Beautiful last stanza, as well.

studio lolo said...

Suki, I love this poem, but this line is brilliant!!!

"each roof-chained icicle is a bead
on winter's rosary--"

Double and triple wow.♥

kj said...

'each roof-chained icicle is a bead
on winter's rosary--
fingered in penitence
melted into the spring of forgiveness.'

suki!!! do i need to even tell you? BRILLIANT.


kj

Mim said...

Very good! And apt

Mary said...

what a lovely poem to chance upon this morning....thank you for posting ;-)

Lynn said...

Suki this is beautiful. Such a picture of winter you paint with your words. I love that phrase about the stock brokerage.

And your header is stunning too!
The red and the white and black of your page...brilliant!

Stay warm! And keep writing!

Lisa at Greenbow said...

I am sure you have said your three Hail Marys so you will soon be released from this purgatory called winter.

ZenDotStudio said...

so many lovely images here, makes me forget that its snow.

layers said...

A beautiful poem for a winter day.

Teri and the cats of Curlz and Swirlz said...

I love every line, and am so ready for spring, too