Today is the Winter Solstice, the day the ancients created to coax the return of the sun. It is also a day to knit for peace. As rain begins to fall, I will make another cup of tea and knit mittens for my grandsons. Many are working for peace and common good because all children deserve better. In spite of the new tax law, the natural world cycles toward the light.
Many mornings I watch the birds outside my window. Today I send this little poem of mine to you. Thank you for reading. Peace.
The little house finch faces the north wind
curling her toes around the lip of the feeder.
She folds her wings into a shawl as fine
as Shetland Lace. The wind blows.
How strong the tiny heart that beats in
the exquisite breast of brown and cream.
The feeder bobs in the breeze. She extends
her neck, chooses a seed, cracks it open.
Breeze ruffles her downy feathers
as she mends the day with her grace.
copyright Jane Wolfe, December 2017