Drape of Winter

The sky breaks open above the valley,
birds fly out from their hunker,
buds swell on the flowering trees
and the wet drape of winter
pulls back on the upwell of life
rising from the ground
to meet the coming light.



Drape of Winter


8 Responses to “Drape of Winter”

  1. Stan Grindstaff says:


  2. David Kyle says:

    I can feel the organic movement of the poem within me. Ah yes, the light, it always comes even in this cultural darkness. Life, Nature, the very ground of our collective being nurtures this light we all feel. Thanks again.

  3. John Albright says:

    You captured perfectly the feeling in and all around me at this moment.Beautiful.

  4. David Banner says:

    Yep…that indeed is the feeling I am having right now!

  5. Athena Coleman says:

    Beautiful, I love the phrase, “drape of winter”. It imparts grace, consciousness and hope to me.

  6. Paul Blythe says:

    The birds seem to know when to fly out of their “hunker” and fly into nature’s “air show!”

  7. Paul Blythe says:

    What more can be said?

  8. Pichay. says:

    Thank you, Don. I breathe it in

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