Incubation

A Winter Solstice Poem

© 2019 by Joyce Mason

I have felt you

Deep in the dark

Seeds gather energy in tiny spaces,

Incognito ‘til spring

The pressure intensifying bit by bit

Bursting like fireworks through soil
at the Vernal Equinox.

But you’d never know ‘til then.

The action is invisible above ground.

We are babes in the womb this time of year.

Our winter seeds are review and renewal,

Rest and letting go--

Quiet “just being.”

Seedlings are whole-y,

Inching their way in the dark

To completion.

We need full gestation at its own pace

To have all our fingers, toes and wits about us.

If we don’t incubate bread, it’s half-baked.

If we don’t incubate spiritual renewal

We are simply in the dark, parts of ourselves undeveloped,

Not prepared for the Natural New Year as Pisces turns Aries.

Hug the dark and wear winter like a warm coat.

Protect your growth

and your soul’s full flower.

You’re worth the wait.

~~~

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Prelude to Winter

Poem © 2018 by Joyce Mason

I have felt you in my bones

shivering in darkness

the lights-off trial run

after turning back the clocks.

You warn in a stage whisper,

Do not turn your back on me.

Don’t hide from the black tunnel.

It is the rebirth canal.

And so we draw ourselves in

working up our courage and energy

to put a toe in the bleak chute.

There we must live on the faint sound of carols,

on memories of flickering candles.

Faith is our sustenance,

our light at the end of the tunnel,

the spring that always follows winter

like clockwork

regardless of daylight savings time.

~~~

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