Winter holds its secrets tightly bound and buried deep
in frozen ground where daffodils sleep, waiting,
I remember the light, shining bright, on those nights,
the moon’s silver midnight shimmer, glimmering
above, where candles had flamed, enframed
in windowpanes, as my heart, proclaimed
miracles happen, here and there. So stark
the season’s dark, but for the glow and gleaming
of sparkly lights and menorahs beaming, latkes, mulled wine–
symbols and signs of wonders, staying
in memory, like spring bulbs weighing when to bloom
and then do, flowering to lift winter’s gloom.
Merril D. Smith is a historian and poet who writes from southern New Jersey. She’s had poems and short fiction published recently in Black Bough Poetry, Anti-Heroin Chic, Twist in Time, Nightingale and Sparrow, and Wellington Street Review. Web site: merridsmith.com Twitter: @merril_mds Instagram: mdsmithnj
So satisfying to read and I love the accompanying image.
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Thank you, Lisa! We have to buy a lot of Hanukkah candles every year. 😀
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You’re welcome 🙂
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So beautiful, Merril……I love the lines about miracles happening…….yes, they still do.
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Thank you very much Sherry. I like to think so.
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A delightful poem of Hanukah, Merril! We need all the light we can get right now 🕯
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Thanks so much, Ingrid. Yes, we do!
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This is not just a poem about Hanukkah, it is about hope and warmth in a season that ‘holds its secrets tightly bound and buried deep in frozen ground’. There is so much light in this poem it glows: with moonlight, candles, sparkly lights and menorahs’; and it warms the heart and soul with latkes and mulled wine, something to keep us going until spring bulbs bloom.
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Exactly, Kim. Thank you! That’s exactly what I intended to convey– all the light and warmth that we try to gather and hold until spring.
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Reblogged this on The Wombwell Rainbow.
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Thank you, Paul!
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Candles always lift the spirits in the dark. One of my favorite parts of this season is the reminders of light. (K)
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I only read a few lines of this before I recognised Merril. Something about the end and internal rhymes and near rhymes, and the overall rhythm. Yes, you have captured the essence of these winter celebrations. It’s all about light. Thank you!
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Thank you for that lovely comment! Well, I guess you would know it’s me. 😏
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Of course 🙂
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I agree with Jane… I recognize Merril! Beautiful celebration poetry.
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Thank you, my friend!
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🙂
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I agree with Jane. If there’d been no name attached to the poem, I would have known it was Merril. So much hope in her words. Beautifully written, Merril!
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Thank you so much, Jill. Now I’m wondering if it’s good or bad that I’m so recognizable. 😀
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How beautiful! I love ‘like spring bulbs weighing when to bloom, and then do, flowering to lift winter’s gloom.’
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Thank you very much, Linda!
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Wonderful, Merril, and I agree with Jane, Dake, and Jill! Your poetry always holds light and hope. On a more secular note, it also reminds me of living in the country where the season’s dark would be truly stark but the lights in windows would indeed glow and gleam. I loved driving back roads in winter at night, just to see those lighted windows.
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Thank you so much, Marie. That’s fun that I made you think of that image in country! 😀
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Congratulations, Merril
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Thank you, Derrick!
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I love the central metaphor of the daffodils beneath the ground in winter and how they know when the time is right to start reaching for the light once again. It will always be there. The light of a new day is always a miracle to me.
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Thank you so much for your thoughtful comment, Liz. The dawn of a new day is–maybe not a miracle to me–but hopeful. But the whole idea of light and seasons and daffodils emerging again is sort of magical.
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You’re welcome, Merril. What’s most magical about light and the seasons to me is their constancy.
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Wonderful Hanukah poem Merril — full of light and love.
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Thank you so much!
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What a beautiful way to think of light, and winter, and those daffodils just waiting…
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I adore Merril’s poetry!
She’s so very talented. I know she feels fortunate to be included in your Advent Calendar.
I think you are both fortunate!
🎄🥂🎉🎄🥂🎉🎄🥂🎉🎄🥂🎉
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