Rains and settling dark
softly soak the city.
In the mountains
forests rest white
and undisturbed.
Snow laden trees,
streets washed clean,
the timeless hymnal
open to the sky
in the deep throated
song of winter.
photograph by Patrick Orleman
It is indeed a deep-throated song…one that sings of stillness and deep connection……
Maybe it’s because I’m still carrying some Imbolc energy, but this poem speaks to me of enduring, persisting through hardship — all in the presence of austere beauty of winter.
Beautiful work, Don
Thanks, Don. I also appreciate how it raises and soothes the spirit of our sensitive Maryland friend.
This reminds me of how the cycle of Seasons pay homage to the divine.
Rhythms of life also. Songs of praise are everywhere if we but see them.
Thank you for this fine little gem Don. Today, my whole body mind feels like a timeless hymnal open on the altar at the heart of the world.
Thanks Don… Love the simple direct Beauty in your reflection.
Absolutely beautiful, Don! What a deep sense of peace this hymn of winter conveys. Thank you.
Soundlessness at the continental divide only interrupted by the squeak of my boots in the dry snow that saves itself to bless the lands below it. And, in due season, for the ground hog saw no shadow.
A lovely little lyric. You should ask Nancy Rose to set it to music…