December 21

A Poem For The Darkest Day

This is it, the hinge
Of the year, the pivot
Turning us back toward the light.

I put candles
In all the windows,
Flames flickering brightly.

Hold fast to the knowledge
That everything changes,
Constantly and forever.

What we have now
Will pass away,
Make space for something new.

Dawn on the horizon,
That long summer day
When darkness seems impossible.

Photo by Anthea Lawrence