SOLSTICE
Longest night
the sacred sweep
from light to dark,
dark to light.
We draw the rhythm
of our breath
rise, fall, ease, flow.
In the kitchen
a woman sings
hymns of another
time, an earlier
faith, and a winter
rose blooms on
the window sill.
----Isabel Zuber, from RED LILY, unpublished poetry manuscript
2 comments:
This is gorgeous -- and reminds to go check to see if my hellebores are blooming. Such a magical day . . .
Isabel, Thank you for this breath taking poem.
Greetings for Winter Solstice. I will always remember you.
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