From Where Did I Fall

Like an iridescent drop
in a sheet of rain,
each drop pilgrim
to the porous ground,
falling to crow wing
and broad leaf madrone,
falling such distance
and still not breaking,
falling to the dark
of the long awaiting root.




12 Responses to “From Where Did I Fall”

  1. Stan Grindstaff says:

    I fell for this one!

  2. Pichay says:

    …the drop’s dedication to return to it’s ocean home. Drops fall from my eyes as I pen these words, in all humility. Now, to where do I rise, but my heavenly home.

  3. Lloyd Meeker says:

    falling such distance / and still not breaking

    that says so much to me. Thank you.

  4. Tom Wilson says:

    Beautiful, Don. You’re on a beam with spirit of nature. Thank you.

  5. David Banner says:

    And falling to the dark does not break us, but strengthens us!

  6. Keith says:

    Beautifully stated
    It is the root that has my attention.
    At the root it is all held.
    Love that it leaves one open to ponder our own root.

  7. T Johansson says:

    Thanks for sharing your soul, Spirit Brother… it feeds us all.

  8. Bill Crosman says:

    What a beautiful way for me to hold my mother’s
    passing as I hold a vigil with my family
    for her imminent transition.

  9. A great journey in a microcosm–bravo! Tweeted and Facebooked!

  10. Sarah Hanson says:

    The thirst quenched………how beautiful……..Thank you Don.

  11. wonderful imagery , don

  12. Kaia says:

    Lovely image!

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