Saturday, January 9, 2010




cold winter morning

crunching snowshoes in mountain air

begging for sunshine and new words

at high noon

or some midnight dance

with the naked trees that shiver

surrounded by the silent mountains

and three black ravens overhead

chasing the parting clouds

and some lost poem

burried beneath the quilt we walk on

protruding from some dark coffin

the lost sylabbles remain

waiting for the sunlight

as the words of a dead poet

announces the resurecction of a poem

another spiritual mystery.


anthonynorth said...

I love the way you combined mysticism and nature in this. Excellent.

Jenn Jilks said...

Lots of mysteries, many lessons!

Irene said...

hi Wayne, I enjoyed reading your poem. And so great to see you in the snow..

Cynthia Short said...

Your work has a very eerie quality about it, which I really found interesting and made it such an enjoyable read.

Jeeves said...

Nice mystic rendering

Melanie said...

I could feel the crispness in the air, and the sparkling white snow...My favorite line was, "begging for sunshine and new words.." That line alone sums up the challenges of winter very well.

Thank you for sharing!

Francis Scudellari said...

I like the winter imagery in this, and the sense of spiritual discovery.

James said...

I also really like the nature imagery here and the notion of poems being found.

Raven's Wing Poetry said...

My favourite images were the "naked trees that shiver" and the "dead poet announcing the resurrection of a new poem". I like how you intersected the mystical and the physical. Well done.