Bare trees, having shed their dress of summer leaves used as protection from the heated long days of light, now stand as tall, unadorned guardians over darkness of the longest night of the year. Winter Solstice (for the northern hemisphere) has arrived. Our candles are lit. The drums have been played.
Noel
OUTSIDE,
memory
assumes the silent
sound of night
where
the crystalline vacuum of
dormant gardens may
witness a
warm
cheerful
glow
through
the window
to
INSIDE,
where
the heart finds
nourishment, love, joy,
mischief under mistletoe
and other ways of gently saying,
"Now shorter days can go!"
--David H. Thomas
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