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.
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