Years of Silence

We get used to winter’s gray lid
when sunlight becomes a memory,
color fading into a mash of leaves
on wet streets and sidewalks,
the ceiling of our expectations
coming down like autumn rain;
standing still we’re like old growth trees,
catching mist in our moss covered branches,
roots shot through with years of silence,
falling into winter’s sleep
to grow the many songs of spring.

 

 

 


 


15 Responses to “Years of Silence”

  1. David Banner says:

    Wonderful, haunting images fraught with promise……

  2. Maria Jimenez Frid says:

    Nature speaks in cycles of stillness that gradually moves toward brilliance. Wonderful to understand the cycles of our lives. Beautiful, as always, Don! Thank you.

  3. Lloyd Meeker says:

    Love your work, Don — but yesterday I pruned back one of the hibiscus bushes on our balcony, while the other two are blooming like crazy. Our Meyer lemon bush gave us eight big lemons, with more on the way.

    Seriously, I do feel the cycle of winter, too, just that there’s so little external confirmation of it here in southern Florida except the shorter days.

  4. Rose says:

    Lovely. A Solstice energy already starting to move…

  5. Yes, the autumn leaves lie dormant and it seems easier to enjoy the inward silence as new growth internally pushes forward into awareness . I love these seasons and poignant way in which your images awaken something in me.

  6. Athena Coleman says:

    When I read this I hear music.

  7. Pat Fitzsimmons says:

    You are such a wonderful wordsmith my friend, thank you for this!

  8. lfj gill says:

    I no longer fear
    November, for I see now:
    my garden but sleeps

  9. Jim Frid says:

    Excellent.

  10. David Barnes says:

    perfection

    beautiful, tender, strong & true

    poetic mastery, Don

    with love & appreciation

    for the generosity of your freely given Word

  11. Tom Wilson says:

    A lovely poem, stillness in its tone. Thanks, Don, as always.

  12. bill dare says:

    Wonderfully poignant, Brother… in the best emotional sense of the word.

  13. This is an instant favorite of mine because it is so moody and visual. I’d like to make a video to go with it–any chance you could e-mail me an audio recording of it? The audio note app (in your Utilities folder) on your iPhone works great, or any mp3 e-mailed to sandybrownjensen@gmail.com would work (just not emailed inside the gates of my lane email).
    Love from Sandy
    (p
    PS shared with social media

  14. Robin Bryant says:

    To honor the rhythms of our fall into winter dance .. is reflected through an internal longing for the stillness and peace that comes with winter. Your choreography in describing this transition is stunning!

  15. Pichay says:

    The winding, climbing roads to my favorite places are slowly closing with drifting snow unbuck-able with the hardiest vehicle. Winter is here, where I am. But, the beauty of Big Sky only changes–never diminished.

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