The Winter Starts 

The Winter starts, and it is time

To breathe another way

To slow down

The garden is resting under crystals

The fields are lined with ski tracks

We see the oyster sun 

And garlands heavy

With lights

You hum and I join

A carol

I light candles 

The nativity set is carried in cupped hands

The stable

Under the star 

I see you building

The first snow lantern 

(c) Helene Møller 2026. All rights reserved.

In conversation with Wendell Berry’s «The Summer Ends».

Poem discussed with ChatGPT, CoPilot, Claude and Gemini.