Whatever holiday you celebrate at this time of year, we all anticipate the return of the sun.
Here's the poem, reproduced with permission of the author Nancy Nielsen.
The Old Woman And The Far-Flying Bird
The old woman searched everywhere –
in a drawer full of shells
in a box full of bones
in the bookcase behind the dictionaries.
She looked in the garden
and in the gathered-at-the-river grove.
At last she called the Far-Flying Bird.
While she waited she looked in the pencil jar
and in the sock drawer. She searched and
she slept and she waited day-waits
and week-waits and many-week waits.
One morning she heard a noise on the roof.
Far-Flying Bird! Where have you been?
I've flown latitudes and longitudes
said the bird. I've flown the compass rose
and the zodiac and here I am. Look:
I found it tiptoeing back from Montevideo.
Oh thank you bird, thank you
said the old woman, and she took the sun
very carefully and put it on the windowsill.