It has always been spoken of
as the grave and womb of light
this most brief day
this deepest midnight
stiffened with ice and silence.
It is crucial now that there be
harbors and pools and islands
of light
and it is necessary
that there be song
for the dead are everywhere
stricken with grief
wandering among the birds of winter
but with song they may be comforted
and Love, on this longest of nights,
requires the giving of a gift.
Wow! Great poetry, Asha. You may like to read my poem, Love And Iust. Thank you.
An insightful depiction of the intricacies and essence of Winter solstice, which marks the shortest day and longest night of the year for the Northern Hemisphere. Well conceived and nicely penned. Thanks for sharing Asha.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
he dead are everywhere stricken with grief wandering among the birds of winter but with song they may be comforted life and death and our thinking and imagination........ very nice poem.. thank u dear poetess. tony