A Poem for December

The Earth is My House

 

The earth is my house.

It has a strong foundation.

The sun rises on one side,

the moon on the other. Stars

are my lanterns, rain washes me.

 

The earth is my house. It knows

every season. In my foyer,

spring, where the guest

is met with small, tight buds

and the freshest green.

 

In my kitchen, summer.

Every flavor of the earth,

alive in my cupboards.

My pantry overflows

with good things to eat.

 

Fall is my study. Sunlight

slants through blinds

and thoughts turn inward,

while the pages of my books

call out, vibrant as dying leaves.

 

In my bedroom, winter.

Not harsh and icy, but tucked in

and cozy, quiet enough to hear

snow fall. A place to hibernate,

a place to dream again of spring.

 

Lisa Vihos