The Winter Still

photo by:   H A Rivers

The Winter Still
              by harlon rivers



Only the silence of the rain
casts its cleansing balm ,
redressing the gray mood
with the memory of a fickle sun’s
tawny winter hues

A plethora of awakenings ..,
croaking mutters spellbind
enlivened by heavens touch ,
painting hope a greener pasture ,
adorning other fallow
winterscape meadows
far and wide

A colorless midwinter gravity
envelops nature’s endowing OM
with a mystical ribbitting mantra ,
the hidden multitudes’ echoing
their ardent supplications ;
enlightening pleas resound
the call of the wild ,
beckoning spring
come by here and now

Cleansing rain arousing
the quiescent emerald moss ,
where it thickly grasps
its unseen confluence
hushed beneath
its breathless clasp

Dormancy refreshed
by the cleansing rain ;
the calmness strove
to charily assuage
an uninvited aloneness
bequeathed by
the wintertime resonance

And suddenly...,
           it is
the winter still

authors note:

The thrumming cadences of a zillion frogs abound this stormy wintertime Eden … just felt the urge to try to tell somebody

#life #hope #winter #thoughts #melancholy #spring #seasonschange