A single song upon which the year turns between rosin and bird
Sharing our holidays, our sun and snow and sugar, on a pivot
Of rhythm--our forest lives among our voices, feeds us,
Gives us our throat, grows tall enough to sieve the high sun,
Weaving the light with unleaved fingers,
Draping warmth around our shoulders.
Wishing everyone a merry, happy, joyful holiday season, a happy Christmas, a merry New Year, and the joy of hope.
-- Chrissa
The last two lines are just enchanting. They made me think of the first thought that came to mind when I saw this image: warmth. And the music and sweetness you weaved into the words is just as warming.
ReplyDeleteThere's a sweetness to this piece that compliments that of the picture prompt.
ReplyDeleteI sense hope and celebration! Lovely poem, Chrissa.
ReplyDelete"Weaving the light with unleaved fingers,
ReplyDeleteDraping warmth around our shoulders."
Such a wonderful image
Much💜love
It is like a choir of nature and man! Glorious indeed!
ReplyDeleteAgree with Magaly. Those lines are perfection.
ReplyDeleteLove your interpretation of the pic.
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