THE SHORTEST DAY BY SUSAN COOPER
So the shortest day came, and the year died,
And everywhere down the centuries of the snow-white world
Came people singing, dancing,
To drive the dark away.
They lighted candles in the winter trees;
They hung their homes with evergreen;
They burned beseeching fires all night long
To keep the year alive,
And when the new year’s sunshine blazed awake
They shouted, reveling.
Through all the frosty ages you can hear them
Echoing behind us—Listen!!
All the long echoes sing the same delight,
This shortest day,
As promise wakens in the sleeping land:
They carol, feast, give thanks,
And dearly love their friends,
And hope for peace.
And so do we, here, now,
This year and every year.
Welcome Yule!
4 comments:
Happy Solstice, dance on Gaia's brow and sing to th esun! More light is here now!
Happy Solstice. What a wonderful poem to accompany your lovely photos.
Whatever nastiness January and February have in store, and I know plenty is ahead, we know we're getting more light each day and in a few weeks we will see nature's reawakening. Only three months until April!
It is about to begin its return journey. Now if only the weather didn’t lag behind by two months. 😀
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