© Gloria Lippmann 2007
Winter Motif
Acrylic on Paper, Color Stamping
12" x 15 3/8
$600
Deciduous Branch
Winter, that coils in the thickets now,
Will glide from the fields; the swinging rain
Be knotted with flowers; on every bough
A bird will meditate again.
Lord, in the night if I should die
Who entertained your thrilling worm
Corruption wastes more than the eye
Can pick from this imperfect form.
I lie awake, hearing the drip
Upon my sill; thinking, of the sun
Has not promised; we who strip
Summer to seed shall be undone.
Now, while the antler of the eaves
Liquefies, drop by drop, I brood
On a Christian thing: unless the leaves
Perish, the tree is not renewed.
If all our perishable stuff
Be nourished to its rot, we clean
Our trunk of death, and in our tough
And final growth are evergreen.
Stanley Kunitz
