Dark December

In her holy dance

Earth turns away,

            from light

            from warmth

            from life

With each inspiration

of cold, sharp air

lungs ache

Visible breath,

ghost at the lips,

dissipates

leaving jewels of condensation

on all it touches

The austere landscape

is covered by

a night sky

of extravagant beauty,                       

hung with pulsing diamonds

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 resurrection   

What are we running from?

Grace surrounds us.


This is a poem I wrote some time ago, which I am linking to Poets United for their prompt Winter.  Check out their site here: PU Thursday Think Tank I highly recommend it!

Dark December - Sunday Scribblings #246

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.