13 Responses to “Cave of Winter”

1. thomas mcdermott says:

   November 24, 2019 at 7:54 am

   Brief but powerful words expressing precisely my emotional state this morning. I feel the darkness of winter hovering overhead and yearn for a long hibernation.

2. roger says:

   November 24, 2019 at 10:00 am

   I have just laid a ballast of gravel on my leaf-encrusted hillside paths, that I might continue using my treadless Crocs as a form of denial. I’ll be on my ass soon enough.

3. bill dare says:

   November 24, 2019 at 10:06 am

   Awesome, Don! You’ve captured you reflection in concise beauty and this resonates with my Heart.

4. Lloyd Meeker says:

   November 24, 2019 at 11:40 am

   Gorgeous. I love the feel of the soul taking the color of leaves and the smell of grass with it into the cave, like a cloak or bedding to sleep on.

   Thank you.

5. Veronica Lim says:

   November 24, 2019 at 1:53 pm

   Lovely!

6. Tom Figel says:

   November 24, 2019 at 2:11 pm

   Don, this is a fine description. Thank you.

7. Paul Higgins says:

   November 24, 2019 at 8:15 pm

   Splendid. Thanks

8. Mary Lodholm says:

   November 24, 2019 at 8:34 pm

   Pure tranquility in this poem. The blanket of snow is the silence under which everything sleeps. Thank you Don for this meditation.

9. Doyle Banks says:

   November 24, 2019 at 8:39 pm

   I always wondered where those colors and smells went! 😆😆

   Seriously though, thanks for yet another gorgeous word picture of this marvelous world in which we get to live.

   Happy Holidays to you, your loved ones and all living beings.

10. David Knox Banner says:

    November 25, 2019 at 10:53 am

    Just beginning the journey…

11. William Comer says:

    November 25, 2019 at 11:44 am

    thank you…

12. Maria Frid says:

    November 27, 2019 at 9:41 am

    Simply beautiful! Renewal always comes in stillness! Thank you, my friend!

13. David Barnes says:

    December 1, 2019 at 8:33 am

    Don, thank you! — this season I notice, there is so much action going on as the soul of the earth descends here, and yet it ascends there — and renewal brings ever-new ways of being in the midst of the cycles and rhythms of my life, and of reading and engaging your poems