Creek’s Side in December

Slipping over pebbled bed
liquid lauds.
With a patter perceived only by ears of faith
snow hymns.
Pine needles point beyond trunks true
to truth, and banks,
oh banks,
so snowy soft they escape description
describe mercy.
I can see my breath even while
breathless
because mine in this moment is Breath,
hallowed here at
creek’s side in December.

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12 thoughts on “Creek’s Side in December

  1. Marie Taylor says:

    Nicely said. It makes me miss the winter snows.

  2. I love the term ‘liquid lauds’, for its poetic and its other possibilities!

  3. agjorgenson says:

    Well, when you are next here, we will have to raise a glass in laudification!

  4. shoreacres says:

    I do like the “liquid lauds” phrase, too. It’s lovely, and so evocative. Actually, I rather like “Apres Ski” as a title, even though you used it just as an introduction. It suggests such a nice contrast between the activity of skiing and the silence and solitude after.

    In any event, lovely poem. Thank you!

  5. agjorgenson says:

    Thanks Linda. I pondered using Apres Ski as a title, but decided for the current (!) title in order to signal the location of the observations for the reader. But now I wonder whether the last line would have felt fuller if it had stood on its own. But I may change my mind again tomorrow…

  6. jannatwrites says:

    Beautiful poem. Seeing your breath while breathless doesn’t seem possible, but it is!

  7. agjorgenson says:

    Thanks for the encouraging words. It came from a lovely moment over the holidays.

  8. diannegray says:

    Absolutely beautiful, Allen! 😀

  9. agjorgenson says:

    Thanks so very much Dianne! I hope you are staying out of the fires and smoke!

  10. dianerivers says:

    I love how you used alliteration to create musical rhythm in this poem: “liquid lauds, patter perceived, trunks true to truth, pine needles point, snowy soft, breathless because, hallowed here”. And the lovely repetition of words: “banks, oh banks”, “breath … breathless … Breath”. The image you’ve created sings! Your poem is itself a hymn of worship. Thank you for sharing.

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