Under steel gray blankets
the land rests,
soaked in winter rain
as cold air cleanses
the approach to solstice.
Santa shaman
roams with reindeer
in starry night skies,
drops through smoke holes
to deliver his gifts.
Not for gain this season
but surrender to darkness,
the terror of our souls
silenced and stilled.
On this night
the wondrous approaches,
softened to kindness
by immortal birth.
photograph by Louis MacKenzie
Reading of “Santa Shaman” with music by Angelo Badalamenti
So beautiful and deep. Thank you Don!
Lovely!
Thanks, Don. And what a compelling photo!
Don, the description is compelling and the logic of the poem took a path to a surprising end. Very good! Thank you.
Trippy little poem! Well done Don.
We MUSt surrender to darkness so the light can emerge!