The Winter Solstice approaches. Since the snow and ice have melted, I walk later in the day, often around 4:30 p.m. As the sun sets, the sky changes colors and holiday lights come on around the neighborhood. The gentle shift between light and dark is magical.
November's end and from bare limbs
small birds keep me company.
Complex structures of hollow bone,
feathers for warmth and flight.
Winter goldfinch waits to feed.
Chickadee flits by on tiny wing.
Downy propels his body up the tree.
Juncos etch colors of the heart.
Red-breasted nuthatches arrive.
Scribes with inky black heads
tell a story common to the
forest, now set on the prairie.
The pair records the
first December light.
Calligraphers of a journey,
gentle words for a season.
*Copyright Jane A. Wolfe, December 2018
However you celebrate this season, I wish you peace, joy, love, and light. As is my Wednesday custom, I link with Kat and the Unravelers.