2018 Winter Solstice Poem
A whirlwind of demands, a cyclone of time:
Projects yank willy-nilly, a pressured paradigm,
disrupting my rhythms, denying reason and rhyme.
So my days stumble on in this frenzied wintertime.
Then today: ebony night awakes slowly to grey
Clouds backlit by dawn, brief glimmering displays
of ribbons that shimmer & herald daybreak:
Crimson, rose, scarlet, ocher in quiet riot outbreak;
Calling mind, heart & spirit to focus & wake.
Relief! Calm & peace by this beauty unmasked;
birthing pause ‘midst the flurry of seasonal tasks.
In this moment so tranquil, the dawn-ribbons bloom
from the longest night’s vigil, solstice’s womb.
Midst the world’s strife and anger, violence and unrest,
can such beauty and tranquility our tolerance resurrect?
As I wake, coffee sipping, and gaze on our tree
decked with angels, toys, birds and icicles swinging free,
I send hope that your heart, life, & year may be filled
with bounteous joy, grace, and patience; love for all, and goodwill.