Days are lengthening nights are shortening

Days are lengthening nights are shortening, I want to believe this even if I don’t see it, the first froze of the year woke us up this morning, icicles clinging on tips of fingers made out of grass, I see how wan the light is, the rain comes and comes, the wind picks up, the air gets colder the sun comes up, Christmas came, family gathered, presents were exchanged, stories told, friends visited, the house lighted up, it felt warm and wonderful, I cooked and cooked some more, mixed herbs baked goods, cleaned, sung old songs, spread out the magical shroud of love for everyone to come together under its spell… left nothing out for us to miss or seek; bound together by special moments in time and affections around the Child born in Bethlehem, people came people went, we shared our lives, we danced, we laughed, we embraced and said our goodbyes…  how the sun stretches further into the evening, and how the trees outside my window are bending down; stretching out thin arms as the little birds come and peck on goods, the days are lengthening nights are shortening, and I wait… I await a new day, a new sun, a new year, a new life a new earth…

The merry year is born
Like the bright berry from the naked thorn.
~Hartley Coleridge

HAPPY NEW YEAR!