Midwinter Topiary

17 Mar Midwinter Topiary

This was for you

Water bursts from bent brass.

Paints the canvas – 
grass, steel, ground, and stone – 
in quartz cages.

The air 
offers silence in awe.

The sun 
sends prisms 
to dance in opalescence.

A diaphanous veil 
hangs on wire
over the field 
of glass coffins.

Nature’s glory 
glistens 
in its violence – 
requires no witness,
carries on despite us.

Magic is no accident. Everything had to align in just the right way to allow this to occur: the day’s temperature, the timing of the break, the illumination of the sun, and the invitation that you accepted to bear witness. This was for you.

Thank you to for the inspo. I wrote this while listening to Ben Cosgrove’s Montreal Song on loop.