Saturday, December 09, 2006

December Daybreak
By Don Iannone

Deafening quiet December morning.
Still cold air surrounds and bites at nothingness.
Fresh white snow...piled deep, muffles
worldly worries and woes.
Light creeps slowly into day, through naked trees,
awakening bright red cardinals,
plopping from perches into glittering snow
in search of first light breakfast.
No highway sounds, lawnmower roars...
only the sound of lingering stillness
hushing the heart into patient repose.

11 comments:

Borut said...

Hushhhh…

Anonymous said...

Great imagery, Don.
Great poem!

Poetry by Kai said...

beautiful

Don Iannone said...

Thanks Dan, Kai and Borut for your comments.

polona said...

beautiful... so peaceful!

Rob said...

Yes, everything is pushing us towards the stillness.

jel said...

love ittttttttttt! :)

Anonymous said...

It is interesting Don, in that my mind's memories of stillnes are not found in summer's wood, in an empty house; a cushion or the still of night. They are however, found in a winter's morn...
Thanks, Don!

Russell Ragsdale said...

This poem has a pervading sense of peace. It has bee purified in the crucible of silence. Essential!

J. Andrew Lockhart said...

"deafening quiet"- I love that!

Don Iannone said...

Thanks Andrew, Russell, Tim, Jel, Rob, and Polona. I much appreciate your comments.

Tim, there is a very special something about a winter's morning. The stillness is a big part of it.

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