What passes for morning
on the shortest day –
dim light and dark skies,
rain falling on the valley.
Nothing for it but to rest
nurturing the inner light,
find the remnant threads of joy
and weave a solstice blanket
to wrap the heart and let
the fire that flames within
warm us on the longest night.
It’s been quite a year, hasn’t it Brother? The remnant threads of joy are strong enough for the heart blanket we need right now. So glad we are companions on this journey.
Nice. Blessed Christmas to you and yours.
Don…this is yummy!
Permission to hit the snooze
Thx
Please keep them coming
It’s a wonderful rhythm
Even if I have no idea WTF any of it means…..
Thanks Don…for want of a Solstice blanket, though I am chilled, I am thrilled to be conscious of this galactic moment.”
Don. May the force be with you.
Thanks Don….very aware of the fire that flames within as we pass through this darkness. Happy Solstice to you!
We loved this poem Don and hope you and yours have a very Blessed Christmas and Happy New Year……Thank YOu
I love all the cycles within and without, and you capture it perfectly. Peace and abundance, brother.
Beautiful word picture! Love and blessings to all the family.
a shiver of pleasure, of a kind that shall go unnamed, ripples through my heart and body, when I read these words which clothe the essences which you have named.
Beautiful.