Solstice
And now, the year turns.
And now, the year turns.
Short dark days close as
Earth’s circle allows the
hope of light
to kindle fresh beginnings;
and the weight of midwinter
lifts.
The still air chills,
we are as numb leaves frozen
in ice,
suspended between the end and
the suggestion of silent creation.
All is poised in soundless
waiting,
no breath moves the bitter shadow.
But
soft, listen, hush, shhshh ..
And
now, the year turns,
shivers of breeze
loosen
the
endless shroud of cold mist.
The
sleeping spirit quivers
as
hard earth is roused;
and
slow sap stirs and yawns.
Hope is held in pale dawn, as
the first light creeps
under nature’s unmoving skin.
Warmth touches the moment,
And now, we can allow the seed
of expectation
to encourage the rotation of
life to begin.
Now also published by Three Drops from a Cauldron: http://threedropspoetry.co.uk/2015/12/17/out-now-finally-midwinter-special-2015-part-two/
The solstice in your words feels like a blessing - the sun is fragile, or feels it to us; and the seed of expectation is so absolutely what is in the human breast at this particular time of year. Lovely poem.
ReplyDeleteWhat a lovely tribute to the beginning of a new year. A lyrical, rhythmic poem. Fabulous. It articulates just what I feel about the winter solstice.
ReplyDeleteNina Mlton http://kitchentablewriters.blogspot.com
thank you, kind friends!
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