Black lace branches stand embraced
by gentle wings of colour.
Softly draped upon the sky
clear pale yellow,
intensely floating orange, lilac, lavender,
brisk as a spring wind.
Above, the wings lie crowned with blue
pale as the sharp crisp air,
twined with smoke-dark, wandering threads.
One splayed tree-hand,
puffs of fine black filigree
at each curious fingertip,
Its neighbour is
single branches gracefully draped
drawing a cool, sharp black shape,
against the merging softnesses behind.
This is a limpid, perfect moment,
seen through spring evening eyes.
~ Marta Ziemelis. Copyright 2007, 2013.
Sifting through files of older writing can be a surprising process. That’s how I came across this piece, originally written in Toronto, Canada in 2007 and re-worked this spring. It transports me to the evening which inspired it – bitingly cold yet incredibly clear-aired, with a colourful, arresting sunset.