December Daybreak

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

Author: Don Iannone, D.Div.

Biography Photographer, poet, teacher, complementary medicine provider, interfaith minister, and former economic developer. Holds a Doctorate in Divinity, Master of Divinity, Master of Mind-Body Medicine, and Bachelor of Arts degree in Anthropology. Clinical certifications in Reiki, guided meditation, life purpose coaching, and spiritual counseling.  Author of 12 books, including two new books in the contemporary spirituality field. Learn more here. Contact Information Contact Don Iannone by email:

9 thoughts on “December Daybreak”

  1. Beautiful, Don.

    It immediately took me back to my childhood in north-central Ontario where December mornings were often well below 0 F, cold crisp, sharp edged and utterly beautiful. Drifts of diamonds coming to life in the light of the new sun peaking over the horizon, echos of the wolves howling form the night before. So cold that each step in the snow squeaked and if you took a deep breath you would freeze your lungs.

    That is, until I remember having to go to the outhouse in that surreal beauty. Then it became just plain cold!

    May the joy of the season be yours


Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: