Lines Written in the Days of Growing Darkness

 

 

 

 

 

 

Every year we have been

witness to it: how the

world descends

into a rich mash, in order that

it may resume.

And therefore

who would cry out

to the petals on the ground

to stay,

knowing, as we must,

how the vivacity of what was is married

to the vitality of what will be?

I don’t say

it’s easy, but

what else will do

if the love one claims to have for the world

be true?

So let us go on

though the sun be swinging east,

and the ponds be cold and black,

and the sweets of the year be doomed.

(c) Mary Oliver

What are you witness to as darkness descends? Write a poem about exploring the changes you see about you.
How does winter affect your health, moods, energy? Write in your journal about the connection between this season of little light and your own inner light.
If you’re reading this from the other side of the world, write about what it is to live with long-day light.

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