An odd Advent in the north this year -
It is Autumn, yet the Fall has fallen
(Humanity fell and still falls;
And I wrap myself up in my snowy mantle of fallenness.)Short, dark light, and prairie-howl nights,
Winter's wolves prowl and prey all
Around me, visions of mortality abound -
The appearance of death and desiccation.
The Wind wails for the children of Aleppo;
Dear Bana, do you still live, there in the dark?
The Moon mourns with sharp argent tears,
And stabs me in the dark - WHO cries the owl:
Who did I kill this day with my indifference?
Who did I hurt today by withholding kindness?
Who did I ignore in my ongoing self-absorption?
(Are these questions yet more selfishness?)
I tire of abiding; just "hanging-on"!
The Winter-of-Fallen-Fall brings me down, like
A deer in deep snow; the wolves trail behind.
Yet, I love wolves as well as deer
- Life is.
I need to reimagine summer, before Winter
Swallows me in its maw of frigid despair.
I need to meditate upon Spring and Summer dreams.
I need a tactile reminder that Winter is but a brief interlude -
A summoning prelude.
I need to remember that Hope dwells with me.
I need to encompass and embrace Advent time.
(photography by tiwago)