December 08, 2017

The Forgiveness of Snow







Three days of deep snow.
A pillowy meringue has met each branch,
has had a dance with the meadow grass,
has floated into each niche, soft and hard,
until today in the final sun
all is brilliant, brilliant.
Walking, there’s an insulated hush
so in the cove, each argument, each compliment,
each complaint and daily praise
is gone now, as if never been.
A forgiveness in this, the starting anew.
Each white pillow says, “I’m forgetting the car crash,”
“I’m forgetting the toppling of trees,”
I’m forgetting the soldier’s fire, 

and the theft of a village’s water.”
Each six-faceted flake encapsulated
something of those horrors,
something of the looming offensiveness of this life.
“I contain all your sadness,” calls the brilliant snow,
“and don’t I make a pearl?”
Over there by my fence-post is some mother’s wailing grief.
Over there in the white-trimmed fir tree
is the diesel exhaust of a thousand semi trucks.
This morning in the quiet, quiet,
I know what forgiveness is.

Annelinde Metzner         

February 13, 2006
Phoenix Cove















December 05, 2017

The Time of the Yellow Flowers




Coreopsis


It is the time of the yellow flowers,
coreopsis, jewelweed, Saint John’s wort,
all that yellow praising the Mother
and She feeds us, She feeds us.
I am revived, revitalized
by the milk of Her full breast.
Milkweed, almost to the bursting point,
leaves promises in the air for the swallowtails,
while the cardinal chirps and chirps.
The strong and bitter Yarrow cleanses me.
What is in the yellow that fills me so full?
Wherever I look,
the many stamens of Saint John’s flower
fill me with joy.



Annelinde Metzner

Hawkscry
August 25, 2017




St. John's Wort




Black-eyed Susans





Goldenrod