Origins

ORIGINS

Winter’s shroud
Urges meditation
Adornment so scant    only
Heaven’s light to cheer the lonely

In springtime though
Peeping buds awaken
Tiny origins thrust
Ease one’s contemplation

Tulips germinate
Sans nature’s later flow
And mind’s eye gravitates
To roiling roots below

Spring’s full blown riot
Must pose eyeful question
But a moment chime    perhaps
Soul’s true direction

Is such splendid array
A vein traveling invitation
To some hidden house
Of God’s creation?

Alas    belittling mortal speculation
Winter’s origin    winter’s shroud –
She sleeps    sleeps as needed
By all of nature’s crowd


Dave Austin

winterfree verse

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Carolyn Devonshire

January 29, 2017 at 4:20 PM

Daver, I think Mother Nature needs rest just as much as we do, but I still envy those who see snow in the winter. The adornment may be "scant," but in New Jersey the snow-covered landscape looked pristine. I love the poem, especially the line about the "vein traveling invitation to some hidden house." Thought provoking poetry that is beautifully descriptive as well! Love, Carolyn

Daver Austin

January 30, 2017 at 8:47 AM

Thanks, dear Seminole, for the visit. How was New Jersey anyway? Love, Dave

Jack Horne

January 28, 2017 at 9:37 AM

lovely write, Daver - hope you're doing well, my friend

Ralph Sergi

January 26, 2017 at 12:07 PM

Hi Daver: You really epitomized Nature in a well verse. great Write!

Ralph Sergi

January 26, 2017 at 12:09 PM

Hi Daver: You really epitomized Nature in a well written verse. Great Write!

Joe Maverick

January 25, 2017 at 11:22 AM

Hey there Daver.' you seem to be getting better every time I stop by 'specially this one' I like it lots..' You are slipping into.. into... Well I am not going be precise, hmm.. but you will meet up with a certain muse I know, if you keep on like this.' And how could we readers lose out..' Keep well.)

Judy Ball

January 24, 2017 at 4:55 PM

Beautiful Daver. What a lovely picture you paint of early Spring. Can't wait to see the first early buds poking their heads up through the snow. God Bless, JB

Daver Austin

January 25, 2017 at 10:45 AM

Amen to that, Judy. Love, daver

Connie Marcum Wong

January 24, 2017 at 6:28 AM

This poem is magnificent Daver! I bet you can see the daffodils popping up from beneath the snow in your mind's eye already! Lovely and my last read for the night. I may have turned the coughing corner. Love, Connie ; ) 7

Daver Austin

January 24, 2017 at 9:35 AM

Hoping you feel fine by the time of this read. Thanks for the visit. Love, daver

Mark Peterson

January 21, 2017 at 11:24 PM

This is so good and though I don't say it often, is one I wish I could have written. Beguiling in form, content and message, smooth and compelling in rhyme. The final stanza is masterful.

Daver Austin

January 22, 2017 at 9:00 AM

Thanks, Mark, for the visit to my attempt at liking winter. Love, daver

Andrea Dietrich

January 21, 2017 at 1:24 PM

You are so DEEP in this one, Daver. And I think you and I are both craving the spring!! It won't stop snowing here and I want to GET OUT OF HERE!! (see a movie!!!)

Daver Austin

January 22, 2017 at 9:20 AM

Doggies! I sure enough do hate this here deep freeze. It's not so much the snow as the cold and the ice. One fall and I might not get up. Love ya, daver