Kurt Philip Behm



trapped in the wind



burrow deeply within



emerge from the past



and dreams overcast”


Leaves fall,

branches reach for the sky


Winter clouds gather,

snow starts to fly


Furloughed—the seeds

march distant and free


The season long,

its transients flee


Vision impaired,

past futures to fade



a choice to be made


The first Nightingale sings,

its call from beyond


A feeling unfreezes,

old words to a song


The hills begin thawing,

new tracks to reveal


Salvation once promised,

no longer concealed


Winds from the west,

bring rebirth and enthrall


The sun melting lies,

—and winter recalled


(Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2017)


  • Dillan Courtright

    Great thoughts, diverse vocabulary, awesome structuring. This is quite the unique piece and I enjoyed greatly.

  • Kurt Philip Behm

    That means a lot, Dillan.

    Thanks again.


To be able to comment and rate this poem, you must be registered. Register here or if you are already registered, login here.