Cave of Winter

Cold as fog
the soul of the earth
descends to wet darkness,
taking the color of leaves
and smell of grass
to the cave of winter
for the deep sleep
of renewal.




13 Responses to “Cave of Winter”

  1. thomas mcdermott says:

    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:

    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:

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

  4. Lloyd Meeker says:

    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.

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  6. Tom Figel says:

    Don, this is a fine description. Thank you.

  7. Paul Higgins says:

    Splendid. Thanks

  8. Mary Lodholm says:

    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:

    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. Just beginning the journey…

  11. William Comer says:

    thank you…

  12. Maria Frid says:

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

  13. David Barnes says:

    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

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