Wednesday, December 21, 2016
Solstice! + Lines drawn..
Solstice. With Sun. And with memories of a collaborative winter solstice poem, from the past:
Lines Drawn from Greening Winds
In early morning dreams I cleared mind and heart of old resentments
woke to Winter Solstice shortest day most magical night
This time of memory, of sketching a rough plan for the new year,
Of stepping out with you into the now
Gazing at full moon on snow, planning
time on pristine beaches...
Looking back, the path twists and slopes beyond a conclusive view
and trees quarrelling with wind cannot predict the turning ahead.
What if there were only words to give at this dark time
what if we only craved light