December 24, 2023

we make / our own magic

It’s all so messy –
pine needles, tinsel, glass balls
shattered, peace on earth

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Dark waiting:
we make
our own magic

— Two Haiku for Advent by Kelly Belmont

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Where there was something and suddenly isn’t,
an absence shouts, celebrates, leaves a space.
I begin again with the smallest numbers.

Quick dance, shuffle of losses and leaves,
only the things I didn’t do
crackle after the blazing dies

— from Burning the Old Year by Naomi Shihab Nye

Onward.