I like celebrating the winter solstice, our shortest day of the year, on December 21st. I’m glad to think of the increased daylight that leads us toward spring and another growing season. In the meantime, I’m enjoying the brilliant red berries of our winterberry shrubs.
This poem by Diane Lee Moomey expresses my sentiments.
Again did the earth shift.
Again did the nights grow short
and the days long.
And the people
of the earth were glad
and celebrated each in their own ways.
Best wishes to all for the season and the coming year.