High in the gray sky
tall firs sway in a wind
not felt beside the pond
abandoned by geese and ducks
even in this mild winter.
I plod along the empty path
watching branches far above
wave in Oregon color
as I wave to the lives I’ve lived
gone like the geese of winter.
I wonder what will come on this wind,
if I will rise like evergreen sap
for another spring, another pulse of life,
searching through the inner darkness
for the knowledge of a seed
and a spark of love to see it through.
Beautiful Don.
evergreen stands as majestic sentinel, nonplused by summer heat nor winter cold.
sit nestled in its branches, brother, assured of rising sap come spring, for Love never faileth.
Ahhh, yes… Spring is coming soon… thanks for the seed of Gratitude you are in my life, Brother.
Beautiful… thank you for sharing this sentiment. Happiest New Year! ~V
Don, Thank you for this poem. I’m putting it on my nightstand next to the other. I have a tiny fir tree there. Little darlin’, its been a long cold lonely winter. Here comes the sun.
Beautiful poem, Don. The seasons test us, make us reflective; but why is it that we so often forget that we are here on assignment?
Blessings, my Brother,
Tom
There is a rising indeed, the spirit is strong, love prevails anew…….gorgeous Don……Thank you……
Don, I just read your poem aloud to Xavier and it filled me with such rich sustenance. Words just don’t do justice to the abundant feelings of hope and possibility this poem brings. You continue to be a deep blessing in my life, friend.
Death and becoming in words that make both seem welcoming.