Solstice

A clamour of rooks

Darkness against the light

The sun is standing still

On the shortest day

 

A tilting of the earth

On an indrawn breath

As the world turns

And is reborn

Midwinter waiting

Is a necessary death

 

Don’t turn away

Remember the dark times

And those not here for long

The warmth of candle light

Flickering memories

As the years pile up

Like logs

Slow burning on the fire

 

A glimpse of wounded berries

A robin’s sudden song

A bright star gleaming in the west

This day is now and gone

With the promise

That there will be sunshine

And the spring will come

Inspired by a walk to Kingley Vale 21/12/21

Lindsay Rebbeck

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