Shepherd’s Story

A winter’s poem I wrote a few decades ago.

In December
the sky darkened 
but a star cracked the blackness
to perch like a red bird 
on the waiting finger 
of an evergreen tree. 
Hiking through the field 
we knelt on damp leaves
 and knew: 

the Earth will heal herself. 

Merry Christmas, Happy Chanukah, Blessed Solstice, Happy New Year. . .

I'm in need of a long winter's nap!  I'll be back in January.

Photo by Alain Gehri on Unsplash

2 thoughts on “Shepherd’s Story

  1. Merry Christmas, Nancy!

    My stocking is filled
    With the blessings of Christmas
    And many good friends

    A haiku for you written just for you!

    Dick Maw

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