I am walking in the dark.
The air is so crisp that
my breath forms clouds in the sky.
They float away from my lips,
word shaped and almost translucent.
Watching them fly above me,
I watch as light from the stars
shine within them. Words like
joy, hope, celebration. Words like
togetherness, family, kindness and cheer.
I watch as the words disappear
into the velvety darkness of the sky
which is broken only
by the smallest pinpricks of light.
As I make my way over the ground,
everything sounds like music:
the crunch of my feet on the snow,
the soft sound of the wind swirling
around my face, the soft tinkling of
icicles dancing in the cold Winter wind.
It is as if the world itself is an orchestra,
and I am its audience. As I walk on,
I begin to notice a light bright enough
almost pulsing along the snow.
It creates shadows that move and shift
almost as if the light is trying
to chase the shadows away.
I follow the shadows to the source
of the light and watch as a brilliant star
shines in the sky. I feel a lessening
of the darkness in the world around me
as the daylight returns, oh so slowly.
I look deeper into the star above me
and within it, I see a wheel turning
at its centre. The wheel turns slowly
and I realize that the pulse of the star
and the shadows that move
across the snow follow that pulse,
that movement. It is as if the star
is the sun and the moon combined,
and the veil between the night and the day
are growing thinner and the darkness
is letting light through. I stand there
beneath the star that is also
the sun and the moon at once and
I feel its light move over me,
filling me with warmth and joy.
I am filled with hope for the light
is beginning to return. The wheel
of the year is about to take
its last rotation. There is a hum in the air
that joins the natural orchestra
that plays around me. The light begins
to grow even brighter, even more
beautiful than it was before,
shedding light in all of the shadows
around me so that all I can see is light.
Above me, the wheel that contains
the stars, the sun and the moon
shines down upon me. A small piece
detaches itself from the wheel
and falls down toward me.
I hold out my hand and the star
rests in my palm, warm to the touch
and shining with the brightest light.
Another year is at its close
and within my hand,
I hold a beginning.