So much“The World,” Jennifer Chang
happens after harvest: the moon
performing novelty: slaughter,
snow. One hour the same
as the next, I held my hands
or held the snow.
How much can come, how much can go“December Moon,” May Sarton
When the December moon is bright,
What worlds of play we’ll never know
Sleeping away the cold white night
After a fall of snow.
the feathers“White Eyes,” Mary Oliver
of some unimaginable bird
that loves us,
that is asleep now, and silent—
that has turned itself
So the shortest day came, and the year died,“The Shortest Day,” Susan Cooper
And everywhere down the centuries of the snow-white world
Came people singing, dancing,
To drive the dark away.
They lighted candles in the winter trees;
They hung their homes with evergreen;
They burned beseeching fires all night long
To keep the year alive