Searching for a way
For the right words to say
I long for the dawn of a new daySearching for a new life
Passionate, loving, without strife
Filled with strobing nightlife
Abundant wildlifeSearching for a new dream
©RedCat
Asking guidance of a moonbeam
For the path where creativity teem
Right now life feels small, cold and lonely for many, and for me. So I tried for some hope, light and life in today’s Advent Calendar poem.
The midwinter darkness has felt exte oppressive lately. The unseasonable warmth keeps the skies grey and foggy rather than the crisp, nipping, sunny air the season should have (unless there’s snowfall of course).
Today I read that the instruments in Stockholm and several other cities have measured ZERO sunhours in December.
So a warming climate makes the winter darkness more oppressive, by denying us the few hours of sunlight, robbing us off the white cover, starving us from reflected moonlight. A full moon can make a clear snowy December night brighter than an overcast December midday.
Some days I have hope for a new spring, perhaps next summer without a pandemic looming. A world coming together on the pandemic and the climate.
Other days, when the sun has not been seen for more than a week. I feel cold desolation, touch deprivation and failing hope. A world gone to smoking cinders, cascading ecological disaster, all ending in an egotistic whimper.
Not knowing to hope or despair, over the fact that the human race has its destiny in its own hands.
The road might be long and windy,
but with will and intention
we can make the journey the point,
not an unforeseeable future goal.
©RedCat
The world according to RedCat 
We need that light to guide us right now. (K)
No sunhours at all. Yikes. That would be hard. I am most scared by the fact that we do hold the futuire in our – largely unconscious – hands. Sigh. I am glad you strove for hope. I did too. But I watched I Am Greta and it was pretty devastating.
I really like the line, “Asking guidance of a moonbeam.” Such a very small, yet precious ray of reflected light.
One of the effects of a slowing Atlantic current is that Europe will see much colder winters. Darker too. Creative lights have to be kept lit through this season … keep at it … Brendan
This is so powerful. You capture the darkness of our collective uncertain future foircerrorfully. I love the final verse.