(Poem) Silent Night by Mary Saracino

‘Tis the season of deep silence
Of dying leaves
And waning light
Of death, or what seems like death to unseeing eyes
Of long nights and even longer longings
Of quiet dreams and restless hopes
Of sitting silently by the fire, resting our cold bones
As the Earth offers her stark beauty as a gift


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2 thoughts on “(Poem) Silent Night by Mary Saracino

  1. Beautiful, Mary. Thanks for naming some the Gifts of this season that I truly appreciate – “deep silence” – “stark beauty” and “long nights.” Blessed Be!


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