Tendril of Desire

One day past solstice

with enough sun to spark

the hardened seed of faith

buried in winter

against cold and loss,

porous only to light’s

slightest undulation,

the naked tendril of desire

daring to uncurl in the dark.


6 Responses to “Tendril of Desire”

  1. Pichay says:

    Exactly! Thank you, Don.

  2. Lloyd Meeker says:

    Daring to uncurl in the dark. That’s the deal right now, isn’t it? More than enough darkness to go around, both sacred and profane, but daring to uncurl anyway.

    There is a promise inherent in the light’s undulation, something to uncurl toward!

  3. Robin Bryant says:

    I love this season of stillness, where what wants to be found .. desires to be seen. These seeds are in my care to be nurtured and danced consciously as they seek to thrive in the radiance of my own light. Thank you Don for this new moment in my soul.

  4. Marco says:

    one day after solstice … immediately after the subtlest shift in equilibrium … the earth cannot help but begin to grow again. Ain’t that wonderful! Thanks for drawing my attention to it 🙂

  5. David Banner says:

    I am feeling it, my friend! Wonderful…you are speaking for me….big surprise!

  6. Ron Laws says:

    How beautiful to flow into the song – with no point but the song

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