an ice sheath over the bud
the ice encapsulates the bud,
that bundle of potential that aches to burst open
into flower and pollen and into tomorrow,
today it’s stasis with growth held fixed
within a sheath of crystal,
like a bug in amber,
except that this ice soon melts away,
and “pause” becomes “play,”
flowers will bloom with exuberance
to jewel the tips of branches
and crescendo all over bush and tree,
I love the image of ice encapsulating bud,
like a frame in the animation called life,
I have it as a photo to hold and treasure this moment.
by Henry H. Walker
March 14, ’14
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