Every morning in December, I look for the poem in Sarah Connor’s advent series. Today, it’s mine. Thank you Sarah for putting together this series–and for asking me to participate in this beautiful tradition again. Happy Holidays to all!
And now, the trees bare-branched sway
beneath the long night’s moon, roots cocooned
below the fallen snow—so we belay
our fears of endless night with candle flicker, delight
in twinkling glow and flow of wassail cheer.
Against the black-winged sky, the skeleton trees dream,
the flowers sleep beneath frost-gleam,
and we yearn for green–and sights unseen–
for magic or miracles, banish the tragic
with mirth and song,
learn the true wonder is love, and the joy, to belong
while our Earth spins and turns–
the pale blue dot, our golden star–
bonded with a balanced pull, as lovers are
as we know, too,
when we look up to glimmers, ancient bright,
then open our hearts to recreate that light.
Thank you to Merril D Smith for this poem of light and love and joy.