Welcome to where I am, where my kitchen's always messy, a pot's (or a poet) always about to boil over, a dog is always begging to be fed. Drafts of poems on the counter. Windows filled with leaves. Wind. Clouds moving over the mountains. If you like poetry, books, and music--especially dog howls when a siren unwinds down the hill-- you'll like it here.


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Sunday, December 21, 2008

Solstice, by Isabel Zuber

SOLSTICE


Longest night

the sacred sweep

from light to dark,

dark to light.

We draw the rhythm

of our breath

rise, fall, ease, flow.




In the kitchen

a woman sings

hymns of another

time, an earlier

faith, and a winter

rose blooms on

the window sill.

----Isabel Zuber, from RED LILY, unpublished poetry manuscript

2 comments:

Vicki Lane said...

This is gorgeous -- and reminds to go check to see if my hellebores are blooming. Such a magical day . . .

Nancy Simpson said...

Isabel, Thank you for this breath taking poem.
Greetings for Winter Solstice. I will always remember you.