Snow covered hills
under winter’s blanket,
where I wake in a foreign land
with trees of ash and oak,
bare branched like veins
in the gray sky.
However far I travel
the earth is still the earth,
held like a new born
each new day,
a silent presence
among the stars.
The gift of light,
the mystery of the deep,
and everywhere she rises
in the ancient prayer
of becoming.
Let me too be lifted
from the creek beds
of the unconscious,
to find myself
adorned with wings,
taking flight
in the Catskill mountains
of imagination.
photo by Rebecca Hynes
Reading of “Taking Flight”
A beautiful new style for you! Thank you Don!
Don, the photo is a perfect match to your poem. Thanks.
Ahhh ! The Catskill Mountains where my heart lies. Thanks for bringing to rememberance the magic and beauty of that land that I love so much. Lovely poem.
Wonderful traveling light poetry… thank you Brother…
Appreciate the simple elegance of this piece. It’s so easily speaks to inclusivity. Everything belongs!!
Don — Inspirational! Needed this today. Thank you. Mike
PS: Your poem should help Brother Figel prepare himself for watching Super Bowl 59 later today.
I liked “bare branched like veins in the gray sky.” Very nice, Don
Thanks for your Poem today, Don.
I hope you found yourself “lifted”
and ” adorned with wings taking flight” on your recent travels. Whether that be physically being there or in imagination,
Let your spirit soar!