solstice poem.

December 22, 2015

cedar wreath | reading my tea leaves


A tree hulks in the living-
room, prickly monster, our hostage
from the wilderness, prelude
to light in this dark space of the year
which turns again toward the sun
today, or at least we hope so.

Outside, a dead tree
swarming with blue and yellow
birds; inside, a living one
that shimmers with hollow silver
planets and wafer faces,
salt and flour, with pearl
teeth, tin angels, a knitted bear.

This is our altar.

– An excerpt from Solstice Poem by Margaret Atwood, Selected Poems II: 1976 – 1986

Other cozy things:
Mulled wine.

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1 Comment

  • Reply Jessica December 22, 2015 at 3:34 pm

    I love this so much, and I’ve been stalking the internet to find the rest of it. Looks like I’m buying the book 😉

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