April in Alaska,
so different than Paris.
Rotted snow,
long winter’s cover
lays black and wet,
loosing form,
revealing much.
Littered sidewalks and pathways
strewn with what was once
Treasure,
long lost to sight and remembrance,
hidden for a time,
now uncovered,
misshapen,
grotesque in shaped and scent.
Break-up reveals
that which was discarded.
Refuse. What is to be done with it?
“No eye pitied you, to do any of these things for you, to have compassion on you; but you were thrown out in the open field, when you yourself were loathed on the day you were born. And when I passed by you and saw you struggling in your own blood, I said to your blood, ‘Live!’. I made you thrive like a plant in the field; and you grew, matured, and became very beautiful. Your breasts were formed, your hair grew, but you were naked and bare. When I passed you by again and looked upon you, indeed your time was the time of love; so I spread my wing over you and covered your nakedness. Yes, I swore an oath to you and entered a covenant with you; and you became mine, says the Lord God. Then I washed you in water; yes, I thoroughly washed off your blood, and I anointed you with oil. I clothed you in embroidered cloth and gave you sandals of badger skin, clothed you with fine linen and covered you with silk. I adorned you with ornaments, put bracelets on your wrists, and a chain on your neck. And I put a jewel in your nose, earrings in your ears and a beautiful crown upon your head. Thus your were adorned with gold and silver, and your clothing was of fine linen silk and embroidered cloth. You ate pastry of fine flour, honey and oil. You were exceedingly beautiful, and succeeded to royalty. Your fame went out among the nations because of your beauty, for it was perfect through my splendor, which I had bestowed on you, says the Lord God.”
Ezk. 15:6-14