Winter Solstice by daughter Damaris Jackson
For those of us who still go out
and yearn for signs of sun return
on winter solstice, mystical,
The balance-pause at end of breath;
It seems that we should brush a nest
In snow for pinecone eggs to rest,
Or catch the hands of trees
On fleetest impulse whirl until a
A spark within the wind breathes heat
we living things of matter,
Made from light might show our trust
In stars this very night, stretch out
In rays of warmth and earth affection
Preface: Sun with sun conception
2024 Jacqueline Jackson
This article appears in Springfield Clinic disrupts area health care industry.
