brings increase of light;
may it illuminate our hearts & minds
that we may heal, achieve justice, find peace
& realize the paradise
from which we have never been expelled.
In the cold whiteness,
scalloped green flags, red lanterns —
holly in the snow —
more festive, more lovely than
tinsel strung across the streets.
Winter stripped the trees,
but, they still greenly sport leaves,
In scarce winter, the birds feast
and beneath it, fairies kiss.
Because it blooms at
midwinter’s holiest dark,
the friars called it
Flor de la Noche Buena,
bloom of the light-birthing night.