Poetic beauty at the Winter Solstice

We humans in the Northern Hemisphere, beset by darkness and cold, have from long antiquity needed light and celebration to lift our spirits in the bleak midwinter, no matter how much the grimness of world affairs or the pains of everyday life hold us down. At last year’s Winter Solstice, I published a wonderful poem by Susan Cooper which depicts the history and expression of this need with vivid beauty. Many of my readers have requested me to publish it again this year.

It has become an annual event in our house, as we flick malt whisky symbolically onto our Xmas Tree, the modern version of the ancient Sumerians’ Moon Tree, to read Susan Cooper’s poem aloud. I do hope, somewhere, somehow, she knows this.

Happy Solstice, Everyone!

Our Tree 2015

Our Tree 2015


So the shortest day came, and the year died,
And everywhere down the centuries of the snow-white world
Came people singing, dancing,
To drive the dark away.
They lighted candles in the winter trees;
They hung their homes with evergreen;
They burned beseeching fires all night long
To keep the year alive,
And when the new year’s sunshine blazed awake
They shouted, reveling.
Through all the frosty ages you can hear them
Echoing behind us – Listen!!
All the long echoes sing the same delight,
This shortest day,
As promise wakens in the sleeping land:
They carol, fest, give thanks,
And dearly love their friends,
And hope for peace.
And so do we, here, now,
This year and every year.
Welcome Yule!!


In the bleak Midwinter...

In the bleak Midwinter…

6 responses to “Poetic beauty at the Winter Solstice

  1. Thanks for sharing the poem which so aptly describes Winter Solstice. And now on with the longer days! Merry Christmas Anne…have a blessed holiday season with your family and friends.


  2. Thank you, Anne, for sharing your family’s wonderful tradition and this lovely poem. Happy Solstice!.


  3. It’s a lovely poem,, and I was happy to read it again. A happy Solstice to you, Anne, and all good wishes for the whole holiday season to you and yours. I’m eager for the New Year, as I’m sure you are. I’ve no particular goal in mind just yet, but I love the sense of movement, and the turning of the year.


  4. Many thanks, Linda. Yes, it is an evergreen, that poem! I love reading it each winter solstice – and sharing it. All good wishes for the winter season and for 2016 to you, too, Linda. And so many thanks for your wonderful, wise, witty writing. I look forward to enjoying more of it in the year to come…


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