Hello Friend,
Here’s a poem I wrote late last night. I hope it shines, imperfect and drafty as it is, into the darkest part of your day. Happy Winter Solstice to you in the north. Happy Summer Solstice to you in the south. May we trust one half to hold the light while the other rests in the dark.
Solstice Poem
It's odd how
winter begins
the slow crawl toward
the brightness of summer.
Our darkest days
are filled to the brim
with hope.
And Summer:
at her brightest
her shadows stretch long
as if to fill the yellow canvas
with pensive and moody strokes
stricken by grief.
Whether it's dark
or light
depends on what you notice
and where you sleep
Earthwise.
And just like there is hope in darkness,
and shadowy news of winter in summer,
there is Moon in the night
to guide us in our slumber.
Oh how we run from darkness by day
and turn toward darkness by night;
we trust
the naked absence of light
to walk us home
only after hours of wandering.
Light is a gift born of a universe
baked in darkness.
Perhaps darkness is our default,
the backdrop
which illuminates all
that we see,
the true container from which we sip
sweet golden
milk steamed by the break of day.
When darkness arrives,
the light rests
on a friendly shore.