Last night as I was sleeping
I dreamt -marvellous error-
that there was a fiery sun here in my heart
It was fiery because it gave warmth as if from a hearth,
and it was sun because it gave light,
and brought tears
to my eyes.
While the garden sleeps a soft winter is bringing buckets of rain. After one exciting frosty morning, now mild Atlantic weather systems have taken over and instead of winter wonderland we should
have a wet and windy Christmas.
We need to keep a warm flame in our hearts at this time of the year, a memory of heat and light,
to see us through until the spring. Time to get the 4 candles of Advent lighting and to retreat indoors.