An Advent Reflection
Though the night is cold,
The moon rings the sky with frosty light.
The stars shiver over the last brittle leaves,
Poised in stillness.
The next wind
Will change everything,
And even the constellations
At the edge of vision
And the golden moon,
Round as the eye of a wiseman,
Will seem to blow off course.
Every new wind at first seems wayward,
But the deep heat
In winter’s icy light
Is known to the angels
Who hide in the high branches,
Waiting to herald
The newborn Being
Who will blow the cold away.
Rose Anna Higashi is a retired professor of English Literature, Japanese Literature, Poetry and Creative Writing. She writes a monthly blog, Tea and Travels, which appears on her website, www.myteaplanner.com, where many of her lyric poems and haiku are published. Her poems have also appeared recently on Americamedia.com, The Ekphrastic Review, Poets Online, Agape Review and The Avocet. Rose Anna lives in rural Hawaii with her husband Wayne.