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
Like the bright berry from the naked thorn.
~Hartley Coleridge
HAPPY NEW YEAR!
