empty landscapes are waking up:
weak December sun glints off frail
webs; frost sparkles in the sweep
of headlights; we follow the trail
of ancient sages in search of gold,
frankincense and myrrh, in tales
we repeat so Christmas can be sold.
Now, opening the advent doors
amid lighted candles and Yule trees,
we cannot shake a sense of awe.
Come New Year, we must believe
and fully trust that we will find
the days and months ahead outshine
the ones we rushed to leave behind.
Kim M. Russell, 7th December 2020
My response to earthweal weekly challenge: Advent for Earth
Brendan says that ‘there’s a stillness to this late-year moment, a harmonic ebb draining down to one single low note: The finest line of last light at the horizon’, the perfect way to describe the tail-end of the year, especially this year, which has been so difficult for everyone.
He gives us some interesting facts and historical details, some of which I knew and some of which were new to me, setting the theme for this week’s challenge. Brendan asks us to go into whatever mood the Advent season inspires in us and write poems of it. We can light Advent candles, listen to plainsong, walk in landscapes present or past, explore new doors in the calendar.
I thought I’d keep a sense of the traditional.