Clear night
with dry cold
and east wind,
change coming
in quiet steps
as last leaves fall,
bare branches stir.
Fullness passed
we may empty
with the earth,
hollow reeds
for winter music.
Clear night
with dry cold
and east wind,
change coming
in quiet steps
as last leaves fall,
bare branches stir.
Fullness passed
we may empty
with the earth,
hollow reeds
for winter music.
Beautiful, Don — with the Solstice past, I feel a new wind bringing its winter music. May it purify, and heal.
Ah-h-h…the sound of silence. Thank you, Don.
May I be a hollow reed…..
Nice imagery, Don.
Nice imagery, just like being along Salmon creek.
Lovely poem, as always from your hand.
Have a blessed New Year, dear friend.
Beautiful image, Don, hollow reeds for winter music. It stirs in me a sense of deep, peaceful surrender, allowing the music to flow lyrically through me, and out into the ether.
the One who breathes the music through this hollow reed called me, thanks you Don
So open to and for winter, Don… Thank you, Brother.