Thursday, December 15, 2005

Ice Storm

In honor of the ice storm that swept through last evening:

Tree of white, leaves from sight,
Ice covered, frost bitten, dark of night,
Do you dare trust the Sun to melt the pain,
Or do thoughts of refreezing, your war paths tame?

Oh Beautiful, but frost covered tree,
listen to hear the warm melody,
open your branches where the birds may sing,
Open your branches its spring, Its Spring!

5 comments:

BrownEyedGirl said...

beautiful poem!

Tell me did I ask you this already?? When were you in Georgia? I am slow....there was a Jason who lived there ( in our apartment even with us)....how stupid is this...is that YOU???

Jason said...

no...you guys know one of my best friends really well. Curtis Elliott was there, I think at the beginning of your term. I have been there three times on short term trips (summer 95, summer 99, Summer 2000)

BrownEyedGirl said...

We have the best picture of Curtis with his shepherd hat on walking down a mountain road. I will have to look for it and post it sometime. Have you ever seen that book..World's most dangerous places to visit? Georgia made it! Equal with Iraq. ( surprised me in some ways and not in others)
So you would have know Dato and Dato and Maya and ....Maya! :)

Jason said...

I actually am quite surprised that Georgia was equal with Iraq!!! Wow. Yes I know Dato and Dato and Maya and Maya and Gia and Eka and Ira and Mamuka and Natasha. Georgia holds an extremely special place in my heart!

BrownEyedGirl said...

small world.