The shortest day

“So the shortest day came, and the year died,
And everywhere down the centuries of the snow-white world
Came people singing, dancing,
To drive the dark away.
They lighted candles in the winter trees;
They hung their homes with evergreen;
They burned beseeching fires all night long
To keep the year alive,
And when the new year’s sunshine blazed awake
They shouted, reveling.
Through all the frosty ages you can hear them
Echoing behind us – Listen!!
All the long echoes sing the same delight,
This shortest day,
As promise wakens in the sleeping land:
They carol, fest, give thanks,
And dearly love their friends,
And hope for peace.
And so do we, here, now,
This year and every year.
Welcome Yule!!”

~ Susan Cooper

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Winter afternoon, early December

“The grey lid has been
lifted off the day.

Sun spills everywhere—
on snow, on house, on

me at the window.
No wind in the willow,

no birds in bare branches,
no sadness in the absence.

Only the shine, instead,
the spin and dalliance

of every amazing
particular thing

in the long, the lovely
the almost perfect light.”

~ Tom Montag

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Winter

“I will gaze at the stars,
And maybe even Mars,
They are all so bright,
On a wonderful clear winter night,
Feeling the breeze,
Watching the trees,
They’re swaying with grace,
In this peaceful little place,
Time moves on, more and more,
It’s getting colder than it was before,
People are sick and sneezing,
Because this weather is so freezing,
One of the prettiest times of year,
Winter season is finally here,
32 is the magic number,
For a white blanket as you slumber,
Yummy things like hot chocolate and s’mores,
Cookies, treats, and sweets galore,
A fascinating season Winter is,
With it’s beauty, peace, and bliss,
Christmas is almost here,
A holiday filled with such cheer,
Giving and getting so many things,
Being with family, enjoying everything it brings,
You had already made your list,
You wake up and hope to find your wish,
Unwrap the box and look inside,
You saw your wish and nearly cried,
Oh man, how wonderful Winter can be,
From the holidays to the scenery,
My favorite thing, however, I’m having trouble deciding,
Everything is great, and it’s only just arriving.”

~  Unknown

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In your garden

“I am growing,
I am growing
this hardy flower, me.

Straining through
the muck and weeds
in my struggle
to be free.

A glimmer
through the darkness
glowing faintly
from above.

I am reaching,
I am reaching
toward Your light,
Your love.

The promise
of Your Word
where my fragile
roots take hold,

brings forth a bud
of hope, of hope…
of freedom, yet untold.”

~ Barbara A. Mccabe

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