On Winter’s Margin
On winter’s margin, see the small birds now
With half-forged memories come flocking home
To gardens famous for their charity.
The green globe’s broken; vines like tangled veins
Hang at the entrance to the silent wood.
With half a loaf, I am the prince of crumbs;
By snow’s down, the birds amassed will sing
Like children for their sire to walk abroad!
But what I love, is the gray stubborn hawk
Who floats alone beyond the frozen vines;
And what I dream of are the patient deer
Who stand on legs like reeds and drink that wind; –
They are what saves the world: who choose to grow
Thin to a starting point beyond this squalor.
~by Mary Oliver
Image: Barn Owls by Hadley Hutton
4 thoughts on “A Poem for the Winter Solstice”
Such a beautiful poem. Thanks for sharing and Happy Solstice!
Thank you Brett, for stopping by. I hope you get to enjoy this day with your family and a wonderful cup of tea.
Happy Solstice! Last solstice, I jumped the broom in the woods with my SO; this year we’re off to the Boston Pops for a holiday concert! Thanks for all your lovely posts 🙂
Congrats! Have a lovely and fragrant time at the concert 🙂