A R T S POETRY
In the dead of winter, life begins again
At the heart of winter there is an all but irrepressible impulse to believe in the continuation of being, a passion for renewal, the birth of new life. Against the incoming dark, we light candles. We bring in the evergreen tree and cover it with presents and life-affirming symbols. On our gates and doors we hang wreaths, mandalas bright with holly berries, to attest to the unity of existence, the eternal cycle of return. In the same spirit of avowal the poems gathered here celebrate the metaphoric moments of transformation, moments of hope, however simple, as the weather darkens and the year changes.
Christmas Poem To him, the street is for people: Two lovers walking frankly wide Of the pavement, so secure In their entanglement they have no fear. The snow brings a holiday And they, utterly centred In themselves and their touching bodies, Deliciously sensitised under patterned Winter colours and vaulted with joy, Signal with hand and eye A recent trust, a new familiarity, Lit by the body’s exultation. For a while, every morning is Christmas. Andrew Lambirth
Morning Snow, Leigh-on-Sea by Anthony Farrell (acrylic on canvas)
Resurgence & Ecologist