Winter Solstice

Birch tree, who lives
In my garden,
Who last week draped herself in
Leafy garlands of her own gold,
Stands bare today. 

At her feet
Are red leaves and tarnished yellow.
Birch’s golden garb discarded 
As well as that of
Maple, her closest neighbor.
Night’s Frost silvers their offerings
To the earthen hill. 

They stand 
In the midday of the winter solstice
Under the distant sun glowing like a pearl.
Clothed by the feather puffed bodies of
Thirty hungry sparrows.
We are all
Shivering with anticipation 
At the promise…
Of returning Light.

Leigh Barret 

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We wish you a joyous Yule Season.  May you, your families and friends find the light of the new Sun's awakening warming and beneficial.  And may the New Year be all that your dreams might envision. 

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