The winter solstice passed us yesterday;
Now the sun is returning its warm breath,
Slowly at first, but soon it will be May,
When winter never existed; no death
Can threaten springtime, when we all unsheath
Our stamens and our stigmas to the sky,
Unravelling the hidden underneath,
Exposing, pollinating, things that fly.
But first we eat and drink cold weather by,
Storing the energy we stored away
At summer’s end, the chattering of teeth
Replaced by tongues chatting, lip-smacking pie.
So let’s be grateful for the grape and say,
A Merry Christmas, and the best of health!
Sun 23 Dec 2007
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