Warm before the fire
I watch trees flower
and gray valley skies
soften in growing light.
Neither cold nor hot
in the changing time,
winter clings
to mountain slopes,
lowlands burgeon
with the weight of color.
Willows lend courage
as red birds call
to leave dark comfort
and rise in earth glory.
photograph by Jim Frid
Reading of “Dark Comfort” with music from Beethoven’s Symphony #6
So simple, easy to let it drop deep. And I love Jim’s picture.
Don – Beautiful poem this Sunday morning in April. Thanks for sharing.
PS: Gorgeous full moon rising over the Atlantic Ocean here last night at Wild Dunes SC.
Yes,I feel the call of morning light to rise earlier. Spring is already speaking through my red and yellow tulips!
Don, my favorite bird is the cardinal so that adds a lot to today’s poem. You chose the state bird of Illinois. Thanks.
I saw Jim’s gorgeous photo online and thought it was a poem—you made it so! You are certainly the master of the evocative title. A vernal artesian spring of a poem…
Here in the mid Pacific the full moon smiles her cheddar cheese cognition of all that is rising from our depths of longing .All life lifts her many splendered blueprint of our true heritage-in the One.
Thanks for putting words to my colorful image, Don. As Spring blooms forth and birds are adorned in mating plumes, the Earth allows its perfection to bathe those with awakened senses in extraordinary sensations of blessings galore.
“…to leave dark comfort and rise in earth glory.” Well said.
Hello Don, this is a beautiful poem. Thank you