It is the time
Of the winter solstice,
A time of shortest days
And deepest night,
A time when the ages
Fought back the darkness
With light
From yule logs,
To small oil lamps,
From candlelit windows
And twinkling trees,
To homes alight
With thousands
Of gaudy lights.
For though the worst of winter
Still lay before us,
We know the earth
Will be renewed
By the earliest of crocuses
And snowdrops
Peeping joyfully
From their icy beds.
We find hope in knowing
The longest of nights
Will soon pass
And Demeter's tears
Will soon cease,
Her joy replacing sorrow
As life returns
In its abundance.
I could have sworn that I commented on this poem yesterday. Eh, it was probably another "Solstice" poem, after all it is that time of the year.
We enter into the "Solstice" of our lives one more time. You have given us compelling truth within the "Solstice" word and what we can expect in the coming months. Thank you.
I always pay attention to the solstice and have referred to it also in a number of earlier poems. It is in my opinion the most dramatic moment in the earth's early life cycle of coming and going. Thanks for universal law, the earth at winter solstice always returns, as you say "replacing sorrow as life returns in its abundance." God forbid that it should one day continue of its journey of "no return".
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We enter into the "Solstice" of our lives one more time. You have given us compelling truth within the "Solstice" word and what we can expect in the coming months. Thank you.
though winter's just begun.
Soon it will be spring,
as earth is warmed by the sun.
John