At this time of year, in the northern hemisphere where I live, the darkness of the night lengthens. We approach the winter solstice. Many traditions honor the depth of the darkness, a time to go inner, to rest, to clarify, to let go, to live by the simple light of candle, to be quiet.
This time of year often turns me to poetry. My own. And poems written by others (Marge Piercy has been moving my heart lately). This time of year often moves me to explore meaning.
So, some words below. A poem. I love experimenting with the shape of poems. With repeated structure. With brevity.
Thx for reading.
I write
so that I can dwell
on what is moving
within me and around me.
I ask questions
anticipating
aliveness and newness
that nudge me and us to the dance floor.
I listen
so regularly brought
to shared tears and laughter
by the stories we whisper to each other.
I celebrate
a life
abundant
with gifts.





