The Economy of Nature
Ice hung on the trees like
candy on a stick.
Sunlight reflected off each
branch and glistened with color.
For those who looked
it was a fatal beauty
taking with it limbs
and lines
anything hanging
anything without support.
The crackle of destruction
crippled the minds of men
who had grown accustom to
the warmth of easy living.
Suddenly this act of winter
became a nightmare
and inconvenience
a hopeless hazard
no one knew how to deal with.
We cried and moaned
over lit candles and bottled water
unprepared to face anything
unexpected.
And, yet, it was
photogenic
beauty to the eyes…
a contrast in what we are
and what we have become.
We are like weak limbs
and sagging lines of power
susceptible to the real laws that
govern us.
We are dependent on the unnatural
and rebellious to the truth of nature.
Are we unprepared for other storms as well?
Tony Sexton
3/12/09
Ice hung on the trees like
candy on a stick.
Sunlight reflected off each
branch and glistened with color.
For those who looked
it was a fatal beauty
taking with it limbs
and lines
anything hanging
anything without support.
The crackle of destruction
crippled the minds of men
who had grown accustom to
the warmth of easy living.
Suddenly this act of winter
became a nightmare
and inconvenience
a hopeless hazard
no one knew how to deal with.
We cried and moaned
over lit candles and bottled water
unprepared to face anything
unexpected.
And, yet, it was
photogenic
beauty to the eyes…
a contrast in what we are
and what we have become.
We are like weak limbs
and sagging lines of power
susceptible to the real laws that
govern us.
We are dependent on the unnatural
and rebellious to the truth of nature.
Are we unprepared for other storms as well?
Tony Sexton
3/12/09
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