By Wendy Alford

a catching of breath

expectation

scarcely perceptible

not Christmas

just Gaia

shifting

the song thrush is back

not so loud as in the Spring

tunefully pensive

the trees are quiet

still

only the pale leafed eucalyptus

flickering

cars and trucks

moving along the road

are normal

unaware they are missing

something important

I want to shout

at their indifference

the light is low

with ebbing clouds

shadows of past solstices

circles of years

cross the haunted sky

December 21st  2012

not a premonition

but an opportunity

reaching out

for us to grasp

my hopeful arms

stretch wide

Many thanks to Bernie Bell for sending in the poem and the image