7 October 2021: A Solstice Solace
autumn’s whisper wooed
in scraping leaves riding
tips of fingered breeze
to waft ripe decomposition
from earth through laughing trees
on fire amidst transition
…and this is what she said to me…
“Sweet child of soil
beholden by the gift
to toil your days
upon this sphere –
don’t fear!
Though winter’s solemn steps
we hear, heavy-clad,
approaching near,
in my chromatic chaos,
please find solace.
Sun may wane, snow
pelt your pane,
and in year’s darkest hour –
you lament…
But deep, deep down,
from whence you came
nestled at the Mother’s breast,
the fire is banked,
in measured burn,
to be rekindled
by spring’s tread.
All that changes is not dead.”
then with a bittersweet caress
she touched my cheek,
kissed my neck,
and gamboled with wan sun
as he led west
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