There is a winter interim of the heart
when a million white butterflies descend
from ripened cocoons in the sky,
soundless wings flutter,
cluster into spools of wool
for the weaving loom.
Surrounded by the starkness of white
you search for rainbow colors
only to find an empty, outstretched
canvas upon the easel,
an artist’s paintbrush, a pail of gesso,
your naked hands.
There is a winter interim of the heart,
a jagged juncture of time when you discard
easel and paintbrush,
for the weaving of wool,
the molding of sculptures
steadfast in the evanescent snow.
by D. G. Vachal © 2014
*** Photography by Eugene Dudarev
lilies, sparrows and grass 
gorgeous pic and lines
Thank you, I appreciate your visit and comment!
You are an artist with your words … what a beautiful picture you pained for us on that easel of your heart!
Thank you, Heidi. What a lovely image — to “paint from the easel of my heart”! It is a blessing. Love, Dee
love this
Thank you so much for letting me know! Blessings, Dee
Beautiful words for that awesome photo.
Thank you, Joyce. I was fortunate to find a fitting photo for this piece. Blessings, Dee
Blessings to you, too, Dee.:)
This is absolutely fabulous! A perfectly delicious description of winter… ❤
Thank you, Keely! I am delighted to know this piece draws a fitly description of winter. Blessings to you, Dee
Dee, the layers – very nice indeed, lots of meaning, so many images I see of winter but of women too, the feeling of maiden, matron, crone, really comes alive here. Well done
My jaw dropped when you came up with the interpretation of the progression of the different stages of womanhood, Sandy. That is quite a layer that you’ve uncovered, and I appreciate you sharing your insight with us. Thank you so much.
I read this phrase written by Ian Grice and will use it here, Dee – “word pictures”, you’re given us word pictures – leaving it to the individual to visualise and I see much beauty and grace here.
Peace and blessings,
Eric
Thank you, Eric. I am glad to know that I can draw and paint “word pictures”, because as a child, I was not one of the stars in my Art classes — I could hardly draw a straight line, and the teachers did not like my mix of colors. So now I use words. 🙂
Peace and blessings to you, too.
Dee
Beautiful post, thank you.
Thank you, Liana, I am so glad you think so! Blessings, Dee
Beautiful, Dee, in image and words!
Thank you, Ellen for your lovely comment. Blessings to you! Dee
beautiful in word and photo, Dee! Thank you for sharing.
groetjes, Francina
Thank you Francina, for reading and your lovely comment. Best wishes, Dee
Yes………..how sweet the photograph taken by the eyes and kept in the soul…………. Beautiful, Dee. Love to you, my beautiful friend. ~ Bobbie
Thank you, Bobbie. What a wonderful metaphor, beautifully said. Love, Dee
Awed by your inspiring artworks! My, oh my, what a gift you have been given, Dee!
Thank you, Lord, for such sweet balms of Gilead here on WordPress.
Blessings,
Jeanne
Thank you, Jeanne, others have also mentioned this “gift” from the writing. It truly humbles me and I pray my writing blesses those who read, to the Gift-Giver’s glory. Blessings to you, too, Jeanne. Dee
….time for quiet healing…the winter interim…what you have penned is so beautiful!
Thank you so much for sharing your thoughts and perspective on this piece. Yes indeed, the winter interim is a time for quiet healing. All my best, Dee