(so I'm a little late)
HARVESTING THE LIGHT
In winter we carry mirrors
to dark rooms,
harvesting the light;
December’s pale sun thus becomes
a multitude of suns.
We send candles into the darkness.
Nothing is wasted.
Seen from the proper angle
morning sun becomes an infinity of light
reaching back to the first sunrise
on the first day,
reaching ahead to the last.
Dark rooms are transformed
by prisms of clear light.
As winter moves into spring
we adjust the mirrors
in rhythm with the lengthened days,
tinkering with the available light;
By March we nearly have it right.