It’s December

It’s December and

I don’t know what I am seeing

In this tree of blooming

In this forest of burning, fading & releasing

When the whole world seems

to be grieving, letting go, shutting in

for The Big Dark

It’s December and

I don’t know what I am feeling

In this walk of bright sunlight

In this climate of lowlight, darkening &

shortening of days

When the whole world seems to be slinking off

to the corners of autumn’s room in darkening

crescendo for the winter solstice

It’s December and

I don’t know what I am hearing

In this time of going quiet

In this season of rushing in hushing

When the whole world seems to be

revving up for something spectacular opening—

a blooming of spirit in our time of darkness

It’s December and

I don’t know what I am insighting

In this time of darkening, closing, hushing,

shortening, releasing, & quieting

within this

blooming, revving, rushing, lightening,

& brightening

How does the squeeze and release

of my heart want to meet

this World so full of paradox?