Tuesday, December 22, 2015

In Honor of Winter Solstice

my turn to orbit the sun
at time of longest light,
when each early sunrise
is met
by raucous bands of busy birds;
flowers, grass, and even dew
shout their refrain with
color! fragrance!
the candid star diffusing energy
leisurely, generously

and yet,
something about the
shortened southern journey --
the pigment erased
from the landscape,
the only sound
a lonely wind,
all my chicks gathered round --
stirs in me a
deep contentment
a fathomless peace

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