SOLSTICE

SOLSTICE

darkness comes

more and more.

we shrink and stretch

as we fight this torpor

hiding the deep fear of the deep darkness.

 instead of loving the endings

loving them i say!

as the year subsides

and the dear light leaves.

it is deep winter 

cold this solstice.

but warmth is coming with the holyday.

 these spent blossoms

search for a pollinator until they fade.

i take home to print with.

 around these hills

the land settles,

 the big birds are now seen.

and many days i watch them hunt

if i'm lucky enough.

it's a stewart brand lesson:

there's no such thing as free lunch.

while we can't prepare food there yet,

we can hang out,

pour a cup of water,

wash the clothes or bathe,

watch the friendly doe skirt the pines,

hear a great horned

call.

or a coyote family.

if there's been sun enough for the panels,

or snow enough to ski,

or love enough to sustain,

we are blessed.

may you be blessed as well.

a hopefull solstice to you.