No Telling

No telling what will appear
when the wide arc of earth
slowly turns to meet the sun.
A muddy tangle of clawing vines,
the sweeping bend of a broad river
or the flow of peace
from one darkened window
waiting with thanks
for the coming light.




10 Responses to “No Telling”

  1. Soma Hunter says:

    Don, I am with you there…in the adventure of a new day in the context of a vast sky and a steady flowing river. Is this not the life we’ve longed to live!?

  2. Tom Figel says:

    Don, the poem certainly has a strong thought. You express it with a simplicity that makes it one of your best writings, I think. Thanks for sending it.

  3. David Banner says:

    I too am waiting for the coming light!

  4. Pichay says:

    Thank you, Don…

  5. Jamail mcKinney says:

    I wake up every morning and wonder what the day will bring. I am never disappointed. The new is always exciting.

  6. Virginia Schoen says:

    Lovely Don. How well you creat thought with your writing. Thank you

  7. David Barnes says:

    beautiful poem Don! and I welcome it all – no telling how or where it all fits and works together to perfection. db

  8. Hallie says:

    Nice! We never know ahead, but light will come and we always hope.

  9. Bonnie Palombo says:

    (Like Tom said). 🙂

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