A Midwinter Day

by Philip Brady


There were snowdrops in the graveyard today,

First growth of the season, or maybe last.

Nature has its own calculating way

With calendar for future times and past.


It was the Winter Solstice where we stood

With Jupiter and Saturn now aligned,

The planets in conjunction understood

The scale of time the aeons have designed.


A life had reached its ordained plan of days,

The years amassed in earthly orbits told,

The limestone dates were chiselled in display

Where earth declares the freedom of the soul.


A gentle snowdrop to the sun appears

With measured days in resurrected years.

Philip Brady

Medical Doctor and poet from County Kildare, Ireland