When Night Comes

The branches are bare
after the scouring wind,
just a few strays left
against the blue sky
in the slant of sunlight
after the long storm.
Winter is coming,
days shorten
and long dreams
begin their approach.
When night comes
we find our way
close to the fire,
the flames speaking
of what’s hidden
as the dark returns.




9 Responses to “When Night Comes”

  1. Athena Coleman says:

    As someone who has a difficult time with darkness, this poem reminds me of the sacredness of the night. Thank you, Don.

  2. Paul Blythe says:

    Yes, as our busy mind can repair “what’s hidden” with the help of the Holy Spirit. Thanks Don

  3. Ellen Faith says:

    A perfect poem for the mood of today–short time of light, chilly, cold, gray, and yet the welcome reminder of mystery. Thank you.

  4. David Banner says:

    This speaks to right here now….the beauty and the mystery of the coming dark.

  5. Tom Wishing says:

    Thanks, Don. Makes me think of many years of campfire memories.

  6. Concetta says:

    I too have challenges with accepting the dark as the friend it can be. However “the long dreams begin their approach” fills me with some hopeful acceptance of the transformation that my hunger seeks.

  7. Thanks Don, I love the rhythm of this poem, reminds me of the times
    have the “hunker down” by a nice fire and warm my chilly bones.

  8. Pichay says:

    Thank you Don. Yes, my long shadow dancing partners are lining up for a dance!

  9. Chaz says:

    Ah yes, Don – Winter! The time we get to, willingly or not, discover “what’s hidden.” Thanks again, dear Bard-friend!

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