Wisdom beneath the earth
born through the flowering tree
in the soft color of life,
bearing the burden of snow
as it rises with spring’s urge,
hungry for the light.
On March 18, 2018
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WHOA! We have several flowering plums getting ready to “pop.” Your words are so perfect. Thanks.
Chthonic wisdom hungry for the light! Yes, yes, yes.
As are we all.
Great combination of Asian and Pacific Northwest poetry aesthetics. 🙂
Aurora doesn’t seem to be boring Alice from where I am standing. I’m just plum glad for each hour, however many I have remaining being inconsequentual.
Said it all in one sentence, and the picture!!! How, who could capture something so full of brilliance?
Beautiful both in picture and in words—for perfect plum tree’s majesty!
I continue to be stunned by the simplicity and beauty of your words and images, my friend.
The universal thrust all Life-forms, clothed in these few words: “as it rises with Spring’s urge”—akin to the utterance of another Word Master in another Age: “…if these should hold their peace, the stones would immediately cry out.” Release of these energies cannot be stopped by ego-man, and so it is in the irrepressible river-flow of your poetic Word, Don. Thank you.
Awesome metaphor, Don… love my plums! 🙂
Perfect timing for beautiful words that feed our souls with wisdom………thank you, dear friend!