Our challenge this busy season was to write a poem on the theme of gratitude. I am grateful, every December, for moments of stillness, so I wrote my poem about that.
December
is bustle
and jingle
and jolly.
Decking.
Beckoning.
Noise pricking
like holly.
But I am
Oh, little town!
How still,
how still.
I crave dark.
Dreamless.
Wordless
good will.
So when
I steal,
in the black
morning,
barefoot,
to the mute
dawning
Of each
newly-dressed
day, this—
this light
before light,
this breadth
of time
before time
must peal
forth, again—
this moment
I kneel
to the nothing
we are called
from---
From this
is all
the world
to come.
----Sara Lewis Holmes (all rights reserved)
Links to my fellow poets (as I have them at the moment) are here:
Laura
Tricia
more to come!
Poetry Friday is hosted by our own Tanita Davis.
December
is bustle
and jingle
and jolly.
Decking.
Beckoning.
Noise pricking
like holly.
But I am
Oh, little town!
How still,
how still.
I crave dark.
Dreamless.
Wordless
good will.
So when
I steal,
in the black
morning,
barefoot,
to the mute
dawning
Of each
newly-dressed
day, this—
this light
before light,
this breadth
of time
before time
must peal
forth, again—
this moment
I kneel
to the nothing
we are called
from---
From this
is all
the world
to come.
----Sara Lewis Holmes (all rights reserved)
Links to my fellow poets (as I have them at the moment) are here:
Laura
Tricia
more to come!
Poetry Friday is hosted by our own Tanita Davis.
