Rime

 

The following poem appeared in Beyond Doggerel, vol. 3 no. 1, Fall 1998. It seemed particularly apt considering yesterday's weather. The picture is our little blue spruce, cleverly named Blue, in our front yard.

Rime

by Karin D. Huxman

God exhales.

Icy breath settles,

surrounds

houses, trucks, lonely

trees. Tansforming

fisted sheath softly

captures, then

hardens the

embrace until

morning sun turns

all it touches

into diamonds, dancing

and dripping

onto the waiting

Earth below.

Soon to be reborn

as God's breath.