As the day slowly pass by
The sun rests its' wings
As the clouds dances in the sky
Bare branches reaches but remains emptyhanded
Dark against the grey sky they inflict fear
They inflict fascination.
Fingers stroke over them
Feel the hard and cold wood
Life flows from the branches
As they start dancing in the wind
Slowly they start to bloom.
All the colours against the grey sky.
It is like an explosion of life
What was dead yesterday
Are so alive today
And I start to realize...
The spring has found its' way home.
Another great use of metaphor in the use of empty handed branches, juxtaposing the lifeless tree with the touch that brings both warmth and tenderness.
ReplyDeleteThe 'hard, cold wood' contrasts lovely with the motif that runs throughout the piece; that of life and hope.
When everything starts to 'bloom', so does the poem, concluding in a line of hope: 'The spring has found its way home' which promises the potential that all life has within.