Winter Solstice poem

A Single Flame of Hope

Our planet

tips back

as it spins in circles,

falling into shadow.

Earth’s creatures

slowly yawn,

sleepy

in their waking hours.

Snow falls and settles,

blanketing the ground with silence

yet secretly

twinkling back at the stars.

It is at the final pause

of this great exhalation

that the infusion of the Divine

is implanted.

With the flick of a match

a single flame of hope,

distinct in the darkness,

transforms into treasure.