Midwinter Child

Midwinter Child

As winter
strengthens its
hold on the land,
the light of
the sun fades into
oblivion’s void,
endless night
draining
joy from
the world.
Hear
the solstice
bells chime
as pale rays
glimmer in a
cloud-laden sky,
a midwinter child,
new-born,
cradled in the
Mother’s arms,
a bearer of
hope for
future life.

I had a little play around with the colour of the picture for today’s post (that’s about the limits of my Photoshop ability) but I eventually settled on the more realistic shades for the main image. I thought the blues captured the winter chill and, as the poem is about nature’s rhythms, I felt that keeping a natural look was the better idea.

However, I thought you might like to see a couple of the other versions as well…

Happy Solstice!