December Dreams

A Poem by redzone

DECEMBER DREAMS

December dreams spiral

thru the whiffs of smoke,

emanating from forest hidden Cherokee homes.

They pirouette the way notes

imagine Lester Young’s

tenor music to be;

the way Blue Jays flap

while protecting their territory.

~~~

The Eastern mountains,

snow covered and brown,

rise gently as I walk

yet provide glimmers of ancient valleys

carved out by receding ice.

There is the feel of human destiny

washing me as a breeze

sings thru wild peach tree

branches. A breeze lifting sharp talon hawks

with its hunting melodies

and carrying the owls secrets

thru even more exotic landscapes.

~~~

Over looking the Talamaque River,

I rest on the brown

frozen earth becoming

lost in ancestor dreams.

I can see the blood flowing west.

I feel the tears soaking the ground

where Dogwood now grows.

But Grandfather speaks to me

with a warm sun in the ‘long ago tongue’:

“Redzone, it is good to

have these memories.

To remember the trees

the bear and the chic-a-dee.

One day, May will arrive with the morning crows

and the Turtle will once again discuss

constellations with the Moon.

Our people, will no longer be forgetful

of who we are and how far we have come."

~~~

December dreams spiral

thru whiffs of smoke

and Lester Young plays

with the flapping Blue Jays.

(written after finishing a collection of poems

by Ron Welburn called “Coming Through Smoke

and the Dreaming”)

~~redzone 12.15.01~~

© 2014 redzone

Author's Note

hope you enjoy... thanks for reading

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barleygirl

This is very beautifully written! I love the way you compose these visual scenarios packed with natural entities as symbols of the various totems in all wild things. I'm reminded of feelings I had when I would go hiking alone, so often, all my life (when I could). It always felt to me like the natural world was alive with so many symbiotic relationships, I longed to meld into the party going on out there. In your writing, I feel as if I CAN meld into the natural party that is wildlife & wilderness. It's interesting to see a different type of outdoor scene than the one I'm familiar with around here. You've transported me . . . (((HUGS)))

Posted 7 Years Ago

max_vonnegut

Wow this was really wonderful to read! You can't read this without seeing the river, the valleys and the trees. It reminds me so much of James Fenimore Cooper's novels. The imagery in this is topnotch sir. Awesome work!

Posted 10 Years Ago

Frieda P

This is beyond charming, the imagery is splendid curt. I felt the fire emanating from those Cherokee homes.

I rest on the brown
frozen earth becoming
lost in ancestor dreams.
I can see the blood flowing west.
I feel the tears soaking the ground
where Dogwood now grows.

So luverly, it could certainly stand alone. Seeing the world through your eyes is always a treat my friend. Awe inspiring read.

100 smoky whiffs

Posted 10 Years Ago

Jack...

My friend, this was a wonderful and beautiful journey this morning. For a few moments I was somewhere else. Not sitting in this paperwork filled office but wandering through the beauty of nature, one on one with life, alone, dreaming, feeling the breeze and hearing the birds play. This was magnificent my friend. I enjoyed every line of this poem.

Posted 10 Years Ago

Relic

Really interesting poem. I like the way you detail scenes and images a lot. Great stuff.

Posted 10 Years Ago

redflutterby

Beautiful poem Curt....I could imagine the scenes as I read. The snow is falling here and this sure fits the mood. I see you were inspired by another poet. I will look up that collection myself. By the way if youve never read Ron Rash's poetry you might want to. He also has novels and a collection of storys.