Solstice

In the night
steeped with dark
we hold heavy
secrets.

In the longest night
we can whisper them
one by one

no one will hear

but the souls
and spirits
that have no light
that dwell in shadow.

They will take our
heavy offerings
one by one
so we can be still
and sleep
and feel our losses

so when the sun
rises
it can fill us,
empty of shadow
with warmth
and light.

Here on the Solstice
we give up
what we know is lost
to find
the New Year.

Here in the UK it’s sunset, this winter Solstice. I hope this night heals and holds all who read this. And that tomorrow brings great candles of hope.

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Turning of the Year

There is a

dark green

turning

of the world.

 

Fires roar,

scattered

earth mountains

explode

 

great oceans

pulled into

the sky

whiten

into falling

snow.

 

Green spirit, the land

is changed

where you walk.

 

Trees speak

with your breath

 

tiny creatures

are revealed,

illuminated

by your fires

 

you tame us

all wild things

our fiery longing

our oceans of fear

our windswept hearts

until

we begin

again

gentle,

quiet as

fallen snow.

 

 

Turning to a New Year

Hi all,

This poem has a slower rhythm. We’ve passed the winter solstice now, and each day brings a little more light to us, here in the northern hemisphere. I found myself reflecting on light, and growth which (hopefully) 2013 will bring.
Happy New Year to all!

Hope is a gardening sun
angles of light
tenderly tease
free old shadows
from where they hide
revealing with kind light
their names.

With upturned faces we
ask for illumination
a field of dandelions
or maybe even
sunflowers.

We don’t have to answer
or understand all at once
how water moves within us
so we angle our stems
to follow the light.

We just have to grow.

Together we open
dark doors and call
the names of frightened
shadows hiding so long
until light shines
from every pore.