A Poem for the Winter Solstice

On Winter’s Margin

On winter’s margin, see the small birds now
With half-forged memories come flocking home
To gardens famous for their charity.
The green globe’s broken; vines like tangled veins
Hang at the entrance to the silent wood.

With half a loaf, I am the prince of crumbs;
By snow’s down, the birds amassed will sing
Like children for their sire to walk abroad!
But what I love, is the gray stubborn hawk
Who floats alone beyond the frozen vines;

And what I dream of are the patient deer
Who stand on legs like reeds and drink that wind; -
They are what saves the world: who choose to grow
Thin to a starting point beyond this squalor.

~by Mary Oliver

Image: Barn Owls by Hadley Hutton

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4 thoughts on “A Poem for the Winter Solstice

  1. Happy Solstice! Last solstice, I jumped the broom in the woods with my SO; this year we’re off to the Boston Pops for a holiday concert! Thanks for all your lovely posts :-)

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