With the icy fog
and sun far to the south,
dawn barely shines
on the cold valley.
Trees are silent
in the sopping earth,
drinking in vigor
for the rising of spring.
Shrouded in dense clouds
and dim light of December
my mind wanders over rooftops
to the pale horizon.
In the snow covered mountains
elders call from firelight.
I answer their call
with rattle and drum,
wearing bones of the salmon
and rich eagle feathers,
hungry as a raven
for the deep dreams of winter.
artwork by Patrick Howe
Reading of “Deep Dreams of Winter” with music by Chanticleer
Winter, the time is going inward.
Beautiful poem, Don. All the best in the Christmas season and the new year.
Perfect!
Lovely, Don. I appreciate how you have framed your reading with the perfect choral piece, and the dream-like image of a raven bringing an offering to its nest of heavenly light.
The cycles of the earth give us so much wisdom…….the quiet dark moments allows all to rest in the nourishment of the deep dream! Don, it is wonderful to honor and acknowledge these seasonal rhythms…………..thank you!
Still hungry for those deep dreams…….
Happiness throughout your lives Don.
PS Patrick’s painting is Brilliant with your poem.
Very nice, Don!!
Don, my reaction to this well-written poem is disrespectful: I picture you back on campus in those days “wearing bones of the salmon and rich eagle feathers, hungry as a raven.”
The hungry as a raven part fits.
Sounds and feels like the Northwest into Alaska. The depth and solitude of darkness marches the vibrancy and glory of the light. The raven is a good totem. There’s magic in the air, everywhere, bringing awakening and aliveness in 5 D waves.