Sunday, October 01, 2006

Snowy Forest Peace
By Don Iannone

I long for the snowy forest,
where the lone owl
speaks between snowflakes,
and where the wind takes my hand
leading me off into oblivion,
and where the quiet is so loud
I can't hear myself think,
and where the cold biting air
snaps reality like frozen tree limbs,
and where I find peace
waiting in silence under the giant hemlock,
and where God appears as sunlight
through snow-covered branches,
and where I stand awe struck
with tears streaming down my cheeks
for no reason other than my feeling alive.

14 comments:

samuru999 said...

Beautiful poem Don!
Lots of peace in a snowy forest!
It was such a summery day here...
I cannot imagine snow yet though!

Don Iannone said...

Margie thanks, and stay with your Colorado summer as long as you can.

Dan said...

I've been standing awestruck myself a lot lately in similar situations. Heartbreakingly beautiful sometimes.
Love!

Don Iannone said...

Yes Dan. I know you have. Love!

polona said...

gorgeous!
i'm not looking forward to winter as it lasts way too long for my liking here. but there are moments when even i stand awestruck at the beauty of it all.

Don Iannone said...

Thanks Polona...I know what you mean but my soul wants to experience the deep forest snow.

dumbdodi said...

Deep big forest snow....scary thought and gives me a fear of being lost....but then Don I get your message...to be found in that place would be an experience which you have righly used as a metaphor to finding god

Don Iannone said...

Dumbdodi...thanks. Never can be lost when we are in god's midst. Right?

J. Andrew Lockhart said...

Beautifuly said...

Don Iannone said...

Thanks Andrew.

serenity said...

Don,
Thank you for taking us there with you. "I stand in awe struck with tears down my cheeks for no reason other than my feeling alive." I am there now.

Don Iannone said...

Thanks Serenity. Nature has a way of striking what is deepest in all of us.

Ghost Particle said...

what words. //and where the quiet is so loud
I can't hear myself think,//....felt this before so many times, wish we were more careful with out scavenging, now the earth is bare and we can only dream of such places...we wish indeed.

Great poem!

floots said...

love this
especially those first four lines
in a few weeks i'll be there weatherwise
(and you will have supplied the owl) :)
thank you

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