dark
I heard a bird sing
In the dark of December
A magical thing
And sweet to remember.
We are nearer to Spring
Than we were in September.
I heard a bird sing
In the dark of December.
….. Oliver Herford
response to week one of solstice to solstice – urban. prairie. forest
I love love love this! what a perfect poem! thanks for sharing!!!
that was lovely. hope on the horizon…
This wonderful poem helps me: We are nearer to Spring in deep December than in September, this means for me: Sometimes we feel dark and troubled, but we are nearer to the light, than in former times, when we felt more happy and lighter. Thank you!