Knowledge of a Seed

High up in the gray sky

tall firs sway in a wind

not felt beside the pond

glistening in the day’s last light

abandoned by geese and ducks

even in this mild winter.

I plod along the empty path

watching branches far above

catch and wave in Oregon color

as I wave to the lives I’ve lived

gone like the geese of winter,

wondering what will come on this wind,

if I will rise like evergreen sap

for another spring, another pulse of life,

searching through my inner darkness

for the knowledge of a seed

and a spark of love to see it through.



9 Responses to “Knowledge of a Seed”

  1. Xavier Coleman says:

    Beautiful Don.

  2. Pichay says:

    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.

  3. Bill Dare says:

    Ahhh, yes… Spring is coming soon… thanks for the seed of Gratitude you are in my life, Brother.

  4. Vanessa says:

    Beautiful… thank you for sharing this sentiment. Happiest New Year! ~V

  5. Betty says:

    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.

  6. Tom Wilson says:

    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,


  7. Sarah Hanson says:

    There is a rising indeed, the spirit is strong, love prevails anew…….gorgeous Don……Thank you……

  8. Athena Coleman says:

    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.

  9. Mark Dellamano says:

    Death and becoming in words that make both seem welcoming.

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