The shortest day of the year

I sit in the dark–eyeing the window
the sky still stark, the dozen odd
apples clinging to the tree out back
slow about preparing my coffee I.V.
that life-blood we cling to
as the sun presents itself

It is slow coming, like me
the scent of coffee out of place in this darkness
the pillow calling back to me–‘linger a while’
my fingers on the keys tapping along
while my family slumbers
and day takes its sweet time to show

A glint of light says it is time, the
finger of God across the sky speaking ‘patience’
for in time all will be revealed
the plodding boots of winter, and the sun
that same star that brightens summer
will get in your eyes like every other day

quick, be in it
before it slips back behind the clouds
to hide with the gold
like leprechauns

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10 thoughts on “The shortest day of the year

  1. The big takeaway for me is :

    “the finger of God across the sky speaking ‘patience’
    for in time all will be revealed”

    patience is the hardest in dark times, slow times, boring times, frustrating times,
    remembering all is in God’s time not ours.

    The introspection in this one is one that resonates with all.

    Thank you for the reminder!

    Like

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