12/03/2025
for December (a poem):
everything may not
change at once,
but that doesn’t mean
nothing will change at all...
you are allowed
to acknowledge
the possibility
of something good
starting to shift,
even if it begins small.
for perhaps,
after all the Decembers
you have lived through,
you are still free to consider
how this December
can be different for you.
whether this year
felt different from others,
or more like the same old thing,
or some tangled and turning path
in the wildwood of the between,
you are free to have hope
for things that hold,
wonder that knows no end,
timing that works out,
and good songs
worth playing on repeat,
again and again.
if something in you
dares to even consider it,
you are still free to have this hope.
beautiful new beginnings
can start later than you thought.
small shifts
can have a larger impact
than you realized.
honest, grounded hope
can return where you thought it was over.
you can still experience
the sense of possibility
you once thought
was only possible
for other people.
yes, you can be
surprised by grief
in this life,
but perhaps,
you can also
be surprised
by joy.
everything may not
change at once,
but that doesn’t mean
nothing will change at all.
you are allowed
to acknowledge
the possibility
of something good
starting to shift,
even if it begins small.
and even if it is in
the most subtle way,
you are free
to think of December as a place
where leaves part
from their branches
and make room for you
to come into the forest’s clearing
and let yourself breathe again.
-
for all that comes next,
may December breathe slowly
in ways you did not expect.
may you meet this month
with both curiosity and gentleness.
make space for
moments of clarity where you need to
and create room to simply be
where you need to.
let December be what it needs to be.
let December be what it needs to be.
MHN