Late Christmas Eve Blustery bands of heavy rain soak the land even our dog turned for home If the gusts keep up, Christmas may be lit by candles only In the dark time, plants and trees are nourished by stores from summer Their energy more underground I’m relieved when the new year comes Human flurry done, we can tune to natural rhythm, finally turn inside
The wise plants and trees..."Their energy more underground..."
May we return to this! If only hoping could make it so!