Unbelievable and indescribable Beauty
Dec 22, 2005
The view from my window this morning is like nothing I have ever before seen. Everything is covered in a crystal clear white frosting; not snow, something much more ephemeral. I see red leaves incased in a crystalline lining resembling lockets of old worn about necks of women. Or maybe they are more like pieces of dried fruit dipped in a light powdered sugar coating. Trees that have lost their leaves, this morning are covered in crystalline lace appearing to be a flowering shrub like baby's breath. And so my whole view of the scene outside is as though the god, the North Wind, exhaled a huge moist breath and it was immediately frozen upon all it touched leaving a scene so beautiful and perfect that it causes such awe and wonder at its indescribable beauty that I am pained at my lack of ability to express what I see.
It is of such beauty, I can only put down pen and paper and inhale with all my senses its loveliness for I cannot otherwise capture its perfection. Even the sun god, though it arose briefly, when it saw the beauty created, hid its face in the midst of perfection for what could it do but bring about destruction of this unbelievably beautiful morn.
But then destruction of a different kind came about in the form of a four wheeled monster carrying upon its back, three of Mother Earth's progeny, dressed in camouflaged suits as hunters with guns. Their camouflage was rather ridiculous looking against the crystal clear white background. They stood out like the undiscliplined children that they are riding in upon such beauty leaving the scene of their crime with dirty tracks of their four wheeled monster.
And now Mother Earth mourns her progeny by letting go in the form of tears from the earlier frost , melted by the fiery determination of needless killing of her other offspring in the name of sport.
The view from my window this morning is like nothing I have ever before seen. Everything is covered in a crystal clear white frosting; not snow, something much more ephemeral. I see red leaves incased in a crystalline lining resembling lockets of old worn about necks of women. Or maybe they are more like pieces of dried fruit dipped in a light powdered sugar coating. Trees that have lost their leaves, this morning are covered in crystalline lace appearing to be a flowering shrub like baby's breath. And so my whole view of the scene outside is as though the god, the North Wind, exhaled a huge moist breath and it was immediately frozen upon all it touched leaving a scene so beautiful and perfect that it causes such awe and wonder at its indescribable beauty that I am pained at my lack of ability to express what I see.
It is of such beauty, I can only put down pen and paper and inhale with all my senses its loveliness for I cannot otherwise capture its perfection. Even the sun god, though it arose briefly, when it saw the beauty created, hid its face in the midst of perfection for what could it do but bring about destruction of this unbelievably beautiful morn.
But then destruction of a different kind came about in the form of a four wheeled monster carrying upon its back, three of Mother Earth's progeny, dressed in camouflaged suits as hunters with guns. Their camouflage was rather ridiculous looking against the crystal clear white background. They stood out like the undiscliplined children that they are riding in upon such beauty leaving the scene of their crime with dirty tracks of their four wheeled monster.
And now Mother Earth mourns her progeny by letting go in the form of tears from the earlier frost , melted by the fiery determination of needless killing of her other offspring in the name of sport.
posted by Sandra | 9:47 AM
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