December Dark by Christine Monte Doherty Take solace in the gentle rhythms of ritual, in ceremonies of the ordinary. Brew tea, fold clothes, knead bread, walk to the mailbox. There is much to savor in slowness, when quality of attention allows noticing each detail- wisps of stream rising soft folds in well-worn shirts hands and dough working together snow crunching underfoot in moonlight. Celebrate this walk through dark days, this chance to do it differently, to revel in slowness while light waits its turn.
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This poem should be correctly attributed to Minnesota poet Heidi Barr. Sorry for the error!