Monday, March 7, 2011
Translucent-White Cathedral
That great celestial
pastry chef has been
at it again. It is
apparent where the
baking and confection
counter is located;
directly over the forest
below, with its tree
masts, branches, needles
heartily sifted in the
frozen icing-sugar
that confectioner employs.
Although the soft, fresh
billows pillowing and
comforting the wooded
landscape obviously represent
a careless spill,
somehow the creative artistry
of the maestro is yet
evident in the gloriously
humped shapes of tree stumps
suddenly become iced cones
and mushrooms; the forest
itself a lovely, glowing
translucent-white cathedral.
Labels:
Poetry
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