To Sunder for a Second

One wading a Fall meadow finds on all sides   
The Queen Anne’s Lace lying like lilies
On water; it glides
So from the walker, it turns
Dry grass to a lake… 

Your hands hold roses always in a way that says   
They are not only yours; the beautiful changes   
In such kind ways,   
Wishing ever to sunder
Things and things’ selves for a second finding, to lose   
For a moment all that it touches back to wonder.
~Richard Wilbur from “The Beautiful Changes” Collected Poems 1943-2004
A look out the window at first frost
as change breaks up the beautiful once again:
to wonder at the throes of dying,
to know the kindness of a glistening dawn
when all before seemed darkness,
when all to come so ephemeral,
the broken in a moment
made whole.

5 thoughts on “To Sunder for a Second

  1. Emily,
    Your metaphor on dying is consoling and hopeful — slipping from darkness into a glistening dawn and made whole —
    our passage into Eternal Life with our Creator.
    It is no wonder that your blog appeals to our hearts and souls. You remind us visually and in poetry of our earth’s
    ever-changing beauty and wonder. Your homestead is surrounded by it all: flora and fauna — a veritable garden of
    Eden – a glimpse of the majesty to come?
    So much grist for your writer’s mill….


  2. Dear Alice,
    I’m afraid the BriarCroft garden is far from Eden, with more than its share of manure piles, weeds, and yes, brokenness. Yet even that can bring consolation to aching hearts….


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