Published on December 17th, 2014 | by Mary Lynn0
December, a poem by Mary Lynn
December seeks our minds, our marrow.
Stoking our fires with the dying year’s brave dreams
we remind the sun to return.
We trust a harmony that balances
light and dark
warmth and chill
life and death.
We fix our hopes in mystery
the splendor of the winter sky
the memory of the apple’s star.
Then with trembling vision we look back upon
our grandmother’s trials
our grandfather’s toils
and forward to see our children old.
A swirling dance within
moves feet and hearts in spite of
frightened, frozen thoughts
and magnifies the sun.
Breath held in anticipation is released in song.
Clasped hands discover pulses
keeping a sacred, constant beat.
We know the promise of the sun’s full gaze
A spinning world releases the dance.
Originally written October 1994
Featured illustration by Stuart Patience commemorating St. Lucia’s Day.