As a child, I spent the last week of December

under gray skies, the old year like landscape fading out.

Days of new toys and boredom,

a scent of drying pine needles and cold wax

the sadness of soon-to-be abandoned trees.

For a few more hours, they are in sync,

Kislev and December --

sun and moon made love during the darkest time.

Tonight, by the first silver sliver, they drift apart again,

the distance growing with each remaining candle lit.

One year continues while another one begins and I

rededicate myself to the pull of Tevet, Esther’s moon,

letting her reign my tides as I reclaim my bearings.

Service Section: Psalms, Poetry & Songs, Chanukah