Hallelujah Spring
Like a monastery
snow-bulky pine trees
sag in domes
atop the mountain
closer in prayer
to catch the ear of God
above clogged
masses of grasses
buried beneath.
Tree boughs bow
in winter reverence
gowned in purity,
anonymous in white,
a forest of awe
devoted to snow
awaiting
Hallelujah spring.
Idleness
The woman’s silhouette
stands on the darkened land
as if on the horizon’s edge.
Stagnant as a ship’s sail
sagging without wind
she allows the tsunami
of night to consume her
into its darkness.
By morning she returns
as a shadow stretching
her skinny figure
across grass rippling
like waves washing its beach.
The woman stands
on the lightening land
as if on a cloud’s
silver lining.
Diane Webster lives in Colorado where she retired in 2022 from working 40 years at a local newspaper. She enjoys the challenge of transforming images into words. Her work has appeared in "El Portal," "North Dakota Quarterly," "New English Review" and other literary magazines.
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