the constant dazzle of stars reminds us how to honour –
the black sky
the patient moon
the gathering of light so it can rest
the day with the shortest light
is the day with the thickest hope
as we fold into the knowing of the night
christmas can be found in every evening’s arch toward morning’s neck –
the promise of love as it passes from the lips of yesterday to now
Thank you poet Mariette for the writing prompt to write a poem using the following words: solstice, light, honour, Christmas, star.
VANESSA SHIELDS 