The Shortest Day

I realize it’s raining rather than snowing, but it feels like winter. Only nine and a half hours of daylight stand between sunrise and sunset. I always feel that the winter solstice is the opposite of the fable where the old housewife keeps insisting things can’t get worse and then they do. Things are looking up. The cyclical nature of, well, nature, says that days are starting to get longer. We are half way to summer.

A house with some holiday spirit in Katoomba, NSW.

And with that I leave you with my favorite solstice poem:

And so the Shortest Day came and the year died
And everywhere down the centuries of the snow-white world
Came people singing, dancing,
To drive the dark away.
They lighted candles in the winter trees;
They hung their homes with evergreen;
They burned beseeching fires all night long
To keep the year alive.
And when the new year’s sunshine blazed awake
They shouted, revelling.
Through all the frosty ages you can hear them
Echoing behind us – listen!
All the long echoes, sing the same delight,
This Shortest Day,
As promise wakens in the sleeping land:
They carol, feast, give thanks,
And dearly love their friends,
And hope for peace.
And now so do we, here, now,
This year and every year.

Susan Cooper


~ by Genevieve on June 22, 2012.

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