Thursday, December 22, 2011

The Shortest Day

The Shortest Day

And so the shortest day came and the year died,
And everywhere down the centuries of the snow-white world
Came people singing, dancing,
To drive the dark away.
They lighted candles in the trees;
They hung their homes with evergreens;
They burned beseeching fires all night long
To keep the year alive.
And when the new year's sunshine blazed awake
They shouted, revelling,
Through all the frosty ages you can hear them
Echoing behind us - listen!
All the long echoes sing the same delight,
This Shortest Day,
As promise wakens in the sleeping land:
They carol, feast, give thanks,
And dearly love their friends,
And hope for peace.
And now so do we, here, now,
This year and every year,
Welcome Yule!

      Susan Cooper
copyright October, 2004

Bring torches and horns and drums...sound the sun awake......a joyful and happy Season Of Peace to all.

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  1. When we were first married and lived in the mountains we used to get an outdoor tree. Once we got one so wide we couldn't fit it through the door so we put it on the patio outside the sliding door and decorated it there. Merry Christmas and Happy New Year to you and your.

  2. I like the poem.
    I think we are lucky to have seasons, there is so much mystery and poetry in them. The dead of winter is a time of cleansing and preparation for the new life of spring. Wonderful really!

  3. Hi Linda...I made the tree to cover the morning glory tower that is protecting my rose bush!

    Hi Peter......I try to appreciate the changing seasons, even though it's difficult at times.

    Hi Gary.....but my cats don't have hats....yet!

    Peace and Merriment to All.


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