Poem of the Month: December 2001

Think of it as ink:
          an indigo dye descending
          between the leaves of the trees
          and down to the grasses.

          There is no dying of the light -
          just the washing of a bowl,
     and overturning it for night.

          When day arrives we must write with
             bottled darkness.
     In the night we can dream
             free messages of light.

- D. Patrick Miller

Journal prompts:

• Write about the ways you celebrate the "season of lights."
• Make a list of projects you'd like to either start or finish this winter.
• What messages of light do you offer to your family, friends, the world, this holiday season?
• Begin a write with the words "In the night I can dream..."