A Winter solstice poem for a very short day
12-21-21 The Night was Dark The Moon was Bold. La lune rayonnante, Luminary. The Lettuce was lifting upwardly. Collecting some green-red petals under the moonlight's parasol, Arc-- then nurturing the Biome, the Cells, a m-i-c-r-o-cosmos. As surely as the night was long the body was resting, absorbing the nurturing, the nutrients that rose up so greenly and redly, roundly in the darkness. Now with your Light, Go Gently and Grow, Let us care in this Roundness, this Circle-- for Terra.