15 Dec


These are the days

the days that pass in a blur of dark and light

the days when by mid afternoon

we huddle in our curtained rooms

and shut out the night.


The days of miracle

the days that are full of glittered decoration

the days when presents fill the minds of everyone

to give and to receive, wrap and unwrap

and share, with anticipation.


These are the days of wonder

the days of glistening lights on every street

the days when trees leave the forest

to wear indoor finery while we call

cheerful blessings to all we meet.


These are the days of miracle and wonder

The short days of the solstice and the longest night

the days when the world sleeps and yet

outside my door an onamental quince has already

opened new flowers to welcome the light.


Posted by on December 15, 2015 in poetry



2 responses to “Advent

  1. Kat Soini

    December 15, 2015 at 6:33 pm

    Oh I love this, especially the last verse which made me smile in the middle of the rain whilst waiting for a train home.

  2. jaymountney

    December 15, 2015 at 7:16 pm

    When I saw the flowers I thought of the baby birds you told me about – the seasons are all upside down!


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