Poem of the Week – December 20

For the week of Winter Solstice and Christmas, 
here is a morning's walking meditation 
from a few years past:

Christmas Morning
 
As if sensing this is a day for gifts,
the dog insists we walk
a way we never go,
discovering a scent hidden under
new snow dusting the sidewalk,
glittering like the path of a star,
which she tracks with her nose.
 
The tipped half-moon
is a silver ladle
pouring out sunrise
the color of honey and cider,
Wassail brewed in the sky,
departing winter storm
afire with dawn.

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