MIDWINTER

Twelve billion year old stardust
seeds, imbedded memories
remember. Tightly wound
paperthin heads poke through
the fertile ground of being
seeking sunlight with an instinct
born in ancient swirling cosmos,
dancing to the songs of angels,
stretching their faces to the heavens,

singing, praying “Adoramus Te.”

(poem inspired by and photo taken by

and used with kind permission of

Christine Valters Paintner. Join Christine's

Poetry Party every other Monday at

www.abbeyofthearts.com)