Monday, November 21, 2016

Petrified Wood



There is something durable
about immortality,
the iconic style of nature
a petite woman in a little black dress.
She is first living and warm,
then aging:
turning from sepia browned,
to diamond-icy and dying,
then dead with journalistic starkness.

And she rises each spring,
with her immortal cloak
of color. Dazzling gardens,
a glitz of fragrance,
shooting the crystaline rain 
clear through
with sun,
bereft of fear
of her time in arrears.

Emily Isaacson

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