Winter Solstice
Come rest inside with me, my love,
the full moon wanes in the sky above,
The Wheel has turned, the night is long,
The Ancients chant a Solstice song,
Oh moon! Oh stars! Oh darkest night!
Make clear our thoughts, make clear our sight
Release our hearts, release our minds,
from all that's passed, from all that binds.
Our sorrows dropped on shadow ground,
we'll walk away, not turn around,
We'll leave the past where it belongs,
in Earth's dark soil, to join the songs,
of all who lived and all who died,
of all who loved and all who cried.
We're not the same, but we come from one,
Let's meet at dawn to greet the sun.
This poem is included in my published poetry collection,
The Brook in the Woods Behind Our Old House
Soon Now
Each morning,
I poke my head
out the front door to
greet my garden
Good morning, I say,
We made it through the night!
You may laugh, but
it's not guaranteed
especially now, as November
nights grow chill, and there's a
cold film on the morning grass
that reminds me that
Soon, soon, soon now,
I will step outside
to find my loves
withered by a true frost
and I will reach down and
softly touch their wounded stems,
and thank them for sharing
the journey, and whisper,
Soon, soon, soon now
we will both be hiding beneath quilts of
cloth, or earth and snow, resting, and
slowly, slowly gathering ourselves to bloom again
