28, cold and frosty this morning, with the promise of clear skies later on.
So the year turns. A frosty start to the beginning of winter and the return of light. There is something magical about this day; perhaps it calls up our ancient past and all the revels and excitement that came with the Solstice. I think today it will be a day of shopping for the Christmas feast, and then ordering my seeds for the coming garden year. It's not only the roots in the ground that stir at this time of year. Gardeners everywhere are feeling the pull to browse catalogs and plan.
Have you gathered in your greenery yet? Hung your mistletoe? Have the yule log ready? Did you keep last year's mistletoe to burn in your Solstice fire tonight? Old traditions still live on for a few of us, things that keep us connected to the season's change.
A Solstice poem I wrote about 12 years ago:
light
muted
pale pastel
under piled white
mounds on greenery
scented pine and hemlock
coated with white snow frosting
Solstice fire gleams in tiny flames
as candles beam their delicate light
across a landscape frozen, mute, serene
And since it's a cold, frosty morning, here's the fiddle tune, Cold Frosty Morning.
Your solstice poem resonates with me! Here is to shorter nights!
ReplyDeleteAmen, Nance. Already I can see a tiny difference. I do love winter sunsets, even without the blazing color--that tinge of pink above blue is just beautiful.
DeleteHappy Winter Solstice! Love your poem, it's nice.
ReplyDeleteThanks Bill. I do enjoy this time of year. Here's to the light.
DeleteHard to believe it's wintertime. Where did the year go???
ReplyDeleteI know, seems like the world is spinning faster the older I get.
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