Uncovered

Thanks for your words of comment. You are much appreciated.

The value of poetry is found in the reading; the reader brings life to the poem. But I guess that is an arguable statement. The author's intent doesn't carry much weight in the experience of a poem. But for what it's worth, here goes (hope it helps out) - Uncovered is a poem that portrays (in broad brush strokes) a sense of grappling with reality, i.e. life's adversities, the unapologetic twists and turns of nature and how we often find sanctuary and safety in the protection of adaptations and symbols.... the crunching leaves of autumn can both signify the cooling off and deadening of life and hope but fall and winter aren't always a gloomy time of year. The burrow can be safe and warm a place of gestation and hibernation. Seed germinate in the depths of the earth... new life sprouting in dank and dark places. Both in the desert and in the tundra, the fierce weather shows on chapped and cracked lips... but the potential for clarity and release are just as real in the wilderness... we can find peace in self revelations as symbolised by doves. And the fear and dangers of darkness/night can be eased by the sheep herder's care, the gates of the enclosure more a comfort than a prison. Not all gates are gaols. They that uncover this secret are trully free. I fear that expounding in prose may wreck the experience of the poem or subvert/contrive the reader's journey. But I sincerely hope this helps. :-)

no demeaning done here. We are all good. :_)