This is a poem I wrote awhile back, but it fits today's topic for Sunday Scribblings, so here it is:
Dark December
In her holy dance
Earth turns away,
From light
From warmth
From life
With each inspiration
Of cold, sharp air
Our lungs ache
Visible breath,
Ghost at our lips,
Dissipates
Leaving jewels of condensation
On all it touches
The austere landscape
Is covered by
A night sky
Of extravagant beauty.
Hung with precious diamonds
Pulsing with joy
As we run
Tears freeze in our eyes
Cold burns our ears
We taste darkness;
No light
No warmth
No life
Yet this is the dark of hope-
The cold that sets the bulbs-
The death that brings forth resurrection-
What are we running from?
Grace surrounds us.
Lovely piece from beginning to end. I love "the cold that sets the bulbs" --hope indeed.
ReplyDeleteHi Mary - there are so many powerful lines in this piece - may favourite was 'ghost at our lips'..I love the redemptive ending too..December best wishes to you..Jae
ReplyDeleteThank you Brenad and Jaerose! I do love December. The best of December and Merry Christmas, if you do that, to you both.
ReplyDeleteLovely! Poetic description of nature.
ReplyDeleteThank you Greta.
ReplyDeleteexcellent. I love the icy beauty that grips that inner hope and life. You have said it well.
ReplyDeleteThank you Lilibeth.
ReplyDeleteLiked it :)
ReplyDeleteI love the idea of seeing optimism even in the dark. Good one.
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Lovely poem and beautiful imagery!! Loved the description of the night sky at winter time.
ReplyDelete"We taste darkness."
ReplyDeleteBeen there, done that.
you had me from the first to last word, beautiful.
ReplyDeleteLove the ending!
ReplyDeleteI like this very much - especially the final lines, awesome observation.
ReplyDeleteWhat are we running from?
Grace surrounds us.
Love it!
had some great words and lost them. they wern something like this "this is an excellent poem. the words flow like a bbling brook...come sit beside me and enjoy the grace of living."
ReplyDeleteThank you all! I hope everyone has a wonderful, and grace-filled December.
ReplyDeleteI enjoyed it the first time through, but it improves with rereading, becomes almost a meditation. No, scrap the "almost"!
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ReplyDeleteA beautiful description of hope!
ReplyDeleteThank you Dave - no idea why it won't let you follow. I appreciate it if you're able to!
ReplyDeleteThank you Linda!
"Yet this is the dark of hope-
ReplyDeleteThe cold that sets the bulbs-
The death that brings forth resurrection"
love this, so pretty
Thank you Evelyn :o)
ReplyDeleteOf course it is mid summer here, so:
ReplyDeleteHot is nicer in the shade
and cold beside the fire.
Season changes, welcome prompts
that energise our lives.
Seasons greetings, Mary. XX
Cheers Stafford!
ReplyDeleteI wish you all the best for you in the coming year.