Shedding the Old Cloak

The plum trees signal
leave the cave,
their delicate pink buds
brave enough to face
the last winds of winter.
I have rested, gathering
strength from the dark,
the silence of root.
From the wet ground
new life slowly rises,
the comfort below
shed like an old cloak
for what waited unseen
with the colors of spring.



photograph by Sandy Brown Jensen


8 Responses to “Shedding the Old Cloak”

  1. patrick says:

    Thanks Don — what simple elegance!

  2. Tom Figel says:

    Don, this is an appropriate reflection on the day after a group of friends gathered in Annapolis for the remembrance of John McCoy.

  3. David says:

    New life is slowly rising…rebirth!

  4. David Barnes says:

    Love the opening line, following the olive trees signal into a new season now being born, trading the old cloak for a coat of many colours. Great little poem, Don. Thank you.

  5. Brenda Jenkins says:

    The “waited unseen” has captured me today, Don — that which will accompany spring and the ensuing colour. I have to sit with this awhile… I still need the cloak around these shoulders in our bright white winter days, but I am right behind you and will catch up, my brother! Beautiful ode to this change of cycle on our horizon.

  6. Athena Coleman says:

    I find this winter darkness allows me to shed the cloaks of others, those psychological errors and regrets others have expressed to me can leave now. The purge of clean snow, melting the mistakes away.

  7. William Comer says:

    No thought of Spring in Montana mid-winter, the old cloak protecting the harshness yet—perhaps until May. Patience is key.

  8. Veronica Lim says:

    Lovely, Don. A poetic harbinger of what is to come here on the front range of Colorado in a couple of months. Thank you!

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