In this frigid solstice season
frozen crystal refractors
sift down silently from above -
white to catch the fading rays
clear to seal and glaze the earth.
In this bitter solstice season
the solemn reaper roams abroad
to complete his brutal harvest -
guiding a hawk to an easy meal
silhouetted against a field of white.
or icing the path of an aging man
whose splintered bones will not rise
to greet the coming equinox.
In every frozen solstice season -
we gather as we must
huddled in fire-lit caves,
reveling at Saturnalia,
caroling out Christmas joy
or lighting Hanukkah lamps -
seizing hope for a barren world
in this festive solstice season.
December 26, 2010
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