I wrote this at the end of December 2020. It had been an incredibly difficult year for everyone. The pandemic had taken its toll in so many different ways for different people, and certainly working in the NHS had felt so much more stressful than usual. As Winter Solstice came and went, I read a comment on Facebook about the shortest day and that from now on, each day will be a little longer and lighter as we move towards spring. This, and the news of a vaccine for COVID being rolled out, felt like the start of something more hopeful, more positive to look forward to.
The shortest day is done.
Dawn breaks with a promise;
each day a fraction longer,
a sunbeam brighter,
a feather lighter.
From deep earthy darkness,
seeds of hope take root,
tentative shoots push
towards the surface
where light and air abound.
With a deep breath,
determined, they stand tall;
fat buds burst triumphant,
rainbows of resplendent flowers
jubilantly declare better days are on the way.
Brighter, lighter, promising hope.
Rachel McCoubrie 22.12.20
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