Just Delicate Needles
It's so delicate, the light.
And there's so little of it. The dark
Just delicate needles, the light,
in an endless night.
And it has such a long way to go
through such desolate space.
So let's be gentle with it.
So it will come again in the morning.
by Rolf Jacobsen
translated by Robert Hedin
A blessed Solstice to those who celebrate it.
And for those who celebrate Christmas, here's a little greeting for you, a few days early: