"Renewed strength...comes alive"

Royalty

Look at the towering aspens

On this frigid December day.

Their frosty tops, like the heads of

A whole colony of ancient royalty,

Are gray and fuzzy like

Self-inflicted permanent waves

Gone mad.

Yet they still seem regal in their

Sameness and their

Solidarity.

But now, the low-skied morning sun

That was causing curly twigs

To glow as if with silver crowns

Has instigated a grand melt.

Even as we watch, the crystals that

Decorated them and

Named them as

Kings and Queens

Have begun to weep

And seep down their limbs.

Eyes made wise by years of reigning

Stare from trunks

Refusing to blink the tears

Out of their lashes.

Instead they let the fresh new water

Run down each wrinkle and crack

Toward its loam-blanketed destination.

Because,

With liquid offering

Poured on throne steps,

Renewed strength to

Rule another season or two

Comes alive.

© Jennifer McBride, Cape of Leaves

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