“One Reason for the Season”


A Pretty RedTail Hawk, NOT a Skylark….nor a Cooper’s Hawk.  janekohutbartels, wc, 2006

Dversepoets.com is taking a holiday and OLN (Open Link Night) is tonight where we are allowed to post one poem  of your choosing.  Come read for a year’s end selection of some great poems.

Lady Nyo


I saw the Cooper’s hawk this morning. She landed on the chimney pot, probably looking for my miniature hen, Grayson.  Eight years ago she was a starving fledgling who mantled over while I fed her cold chicken.  She’s back this holiday, my spirits lifting. A good Christmas present.

In the middle of the commercialization of Christmas, Nature closes the gap.  I have noticed squirrels with pecans leaping the trees, hawks hunting low over now-bare woods, unknown song birds sitting on fences, heard the migration of Sandhill cranes as they honk in formation. You hear their cacophony well before they appear.  Their chiding cries float down to our upturned faces.

There is brightness to the holly, washed by our late autumn rains and the orange of the nandina berries has turned crimson. Smell of wood smoke in the air and the crispness of mornings means the earth is going to sleep. We humans should reclaim our past and join the slumber party of our brother bears.

Jingle Bells will fade and our tension with it. Looking towards deep winter when the Earth is again silent will restore our balance and calm nerves with a blanket of Peace.


Winter’s seasoning:

Bitter winds, branch of holly

Haunts in the attic.


Jane Kohut-Bartels

Copyrighted, 2017

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38 Responses to ““One Reason for the Season””

  1. kanzensakura Says:

    What a gorgeous haibun! I love everything about this. So much peace and silence, away from the hustle bustle.


  2. ladynyo Says:

    Ahhh….you are making me cry! I am so glad you like this. It’s not new, I post it every Xmas season. That Cooper’s Hawk is real and I see her in the skies infrequently…especially when the leaves have fallen. We need peace and silence this time of the year. I am so sick of the commercials and the damn stores start Xmas back before Halloween. Ugh.

    I love Winter because it embodies the silence and peace I seek. It’s a clean palette to work on.

    Thank you, dear friend. And Merry Xmas! We try to celebrate the Winter Solstice every year this time, but it gets smothered under all the tinsel.

    Love, Jane


  3. Björn Rudberg (brudberg) Says:

    Love the thought of sleeping, and soon I think it’s time to go for some hibernation… will have some vacation during the Christmas week and sleep a bit more. Such a dark time. Love your haibun as it describes the best part of winter.


  4. ladynyo Says:

    Oh, the best part of Winter is the silence! The clean palette to write. All these duns, blacks, greys, etc. outside are so appropriate for the closing down of the rush of life.

    I did have a sentence about ‘regaining the fecal plugs like our brother bears’ (which is how they hibernate) but people thought it gross. LOL!

    Sleep! Lately I have been going to bed at 8pm (except for “Poldark”) and getting up at 6 with my chickens. There is wisdom in this and I have actually recovered from some back and knee issues in doing this. As we age we need more sleep.

    Thanks brother Bjorn, (Bear) for reading and your comment. Merry Christmas!


  5. Jane Dougherty Says:

    Crisp and peaceful, this poem. You make winter seem beautiful, even if it is cold.


  6. Beverly Crawford Says:

    I savored every single line! The haiku is wonderful as well. Blessings on you and yours this holiday season … and the serenity and peace of winter.


  7. scotthastiepoet Says:

    Yes, indeed you capture so much here – a pretty perfect three liner. the notion of haunting holly especially really caught me…


  8. ladynyo Says:

    Thank you, Scotthastiepoet!


  9. ladynyo Says:

    Thank you, Beverly. Blessings on you and yours, back. I love the peace of winter. It seems that even the cars are quieter. LOL!


  10. ladynyo Says:

    Oh, but it is, Jane. It is beautiful. The surrounding quiet, a muffled atmosphere, helped by the cold because we stay indoors more….except for feeding the chickens, the dogs and cats and the strays cats up the street. There is a peace and serenity as Beverly notes …to winter. It’s also a season for me where I feel most inspired for poetry. Thank you, sweet Jane.


  11. Grace Says:

    What a lovely Christmas present from nature ~ Love the remembrance of what is really beautiful and important in this Christmas season ~ Happy Holidays dear Jane ~

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  12. katiemiafrederick Says:

    COld Cures oF Peace
    Winter Resting
    LovES SPrinG
    SMiLeS.. wHeRe
    i LiVE WiNteR MiSSinG
    ComeS Back To Dance A Rest oF me2..:)

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  13. ladynyo Says:

    thank you for reading! Merry Xmas!

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  14. ladynyo Says:

    Thank you, Grace….and to you!


  15. katiemiafrederick Says:

    To you too..!..:)


  16. Sarah Russell Says:

    Jane, this is perfection, and just what I needed in the midst of the Christmas rush. Nature does smooth out the wrinkles of our lives, doesn’t it.


  17. memadtwo Says:

    A wonderful capture of the winter season. (K)


  18. hypercryptical Says:

    How well you capture the seasons offerings and denials in your words. Lovely they are.
    Merry Christmas!
    Anna :o]


  19. ladynyo Says:

    And Merry Christmas to you, Anna! With love.


  20. ladynyo Says:

    Thank you, K~ Merry Christmas!

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  21. ladynyo Says:

    Hi Sarah! Your comment meant so much to me. Nature does smooth out the wrinkles and it is so easy to forget in the stupid Xmas rush that Nature has our back. With love, and a wonderful Winter Season to you!


  22. memadtwo Says:

    Merry Christmas!

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  23. ladynyo Says:

    And to you!

    With love…Jane

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  24. katiemiafrederick Says:

    Thanks with
    Love too.. Jane..:)

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  25. Jane Dougherty Says:

    I struggle with the cold and dread winter, to be honest. It’s beautiful in the abstract and provides so much material for writing, but I’ll be glad to see the back of it.

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  26. ladynyo Says:

    I certainly understand. I used to get so excited about snow….last week, and it is very rare in the South USA…we got about 6 inches unexpectedly. I think the best thing about snow is the expectation, like when we were children? This came without much warning and though beautiful, a fantasy land….something was missing. And it was that ‘waiting expectation’.


  27. Frank Hubeny Says:

    I liked how the Cooper’s hawk was a Christmas present. I don’t pay attention to holiday shopping so it is like any other time of year except for the coming winter’s solstice, but seeing the hawk as a present is a nice thought.

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  28. ladynyo Says:

    Hi Frank. To me, I get excited by Christmas. The music, the colors, the weather, and in many cases (not the over lighted houses) the twinkling lights. We use white lights because its something that harkens back to the Solstice celebrations….thelighting of candles to beckon the Sun back to Earth and rebirth. We celebrate Winter Solstice with devotions, and remembrances and invocations. We will attend a church once in the season to just feel part of humanity. LOL! We heat this entire house (1880’s) with one wood stove, but we have rebuilt it more ‘openly’ so it mostly works, so warmth is also part of the season celebrations…as is the chipper and log splitter and our constant labor. If there is anything that captures my attention it’s “Celtic Devotions” by Caitlin Mathews….that is a small book that day by day takes you deeper into the ‘good stuff’ to celebrate of all seasons. We decorate with magnolia leaves, holly and nandina berries and some ceder branches. Makes the house smell lovely. An Xmas tree because of my husband’s German traditions….but mostly, this season is a season of quietude and silence. Hopefully, Most times. Merry Winter Solstice, Brother Frank! And with the downing of the leaves, the Red Tailed Hawks are visable in the skies. A beautiful gift for our searching eyes.

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  29. Jane Dougherty Says:

    I don’t remember liking the snow as a child either. It snowed every winter and every winter we had to slog a mile to school and a mile home in wellington boots with cold feet.


  30. ladynyo Says:

    Ach…..that would queer it for me, too! I remember dark grey skies and drifts after the snow plow got through of 8 feet high. We used to stick our little brother in a snow bank and listen to him yell.

    Snows in NJ in the 50=60’s were fierce and meant the power went down. We were far out in the country anyway and no street lights at the best of times. More later.


  31. Jane Dougherty Says:

    Our snow was small beer compared to yours, but we had no snow plough, few people had cars, the buses didn’t run and we were usually cold. Especially the feet and hands!

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  32. ladynyo Says:

    gotcha! We would have our pjs on at the bottom of our drive, with our coats over them and pray the bus wouldn’t come. It did.


  33. Jane Dougherty Says:

    You went to school in your pyjamas?

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  34. rothpoetry Says:

    Love your haiku… with haunts in the attic.
    Nature is such fun to watch…especially the birds.
    Great post!

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  35. ladynyo Says:

    Thank you, Dwight! My haiku is usually ‘hit and miss’ but that one I like. LOL! Merry Christmas!

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  36. ladynyo Says:

    No! We were hoping the school bus wouldn’t make it. LOL! And it did.


  37. rothpoetry Says:

    Merry Christmas to you as well!


  38. Jane Dougherty Says:



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