To Dream a Better Dream
You Winter, whom we begged so long to come
While lilies in sequestered fields lay dreaming.
Revolution in the air, breaks through the numb.
Hand to hand to time such a strange seeming
This year marches past shops with boarded faces
Despite the Yuletide rush and raucous beaming.
You Winter, who on branch rests black-winged traces
Midst grumblings, unrest, sharp limned dis-ease…
And a crazed, upwelling, hopeful shout displaces
That nemesis, the known, who clings, yet flees.
What quality of day is yet to break?
This fire-lit longest night, some prophet sees
But tells us not,
Says simply now: Awake.
T. Thorn Coyle
Winter Solstice, December 2014
Solstice Blessings to you all. May your life be blessed.