Inspired by: The Land is Fallow by keith jeffries
The Winter Solstice 21st December 2020
On this the shortest day, our year shall die
And echo down centuries humankind’s cry
People singing and dancing to drive away the dark
Lighted candles, the smell of pine needles and crackling bark
Hung in corners with evergreen hues
Holly berries so red that birds have not chewed
Logs burning in the hearth beseeching ‘be warm.’
Until winters end and the new year is born
Through frosty ages, we hear them
Echoing from behind — Listen!
Promises awaken in the sleeping land
After our carolling, feasting taking our stand
A hope for peace, do we hear it now?
As we swop one plough for another as we till and plough
Farrow across fields waking sleeping soil
Beads of sweat running from ceaseless toil
Broadcasting seeds we harvest, to continue the cycle
This undying image now tis so archetypal.
Paul. © 2020