Winter Solstice
written by: Jude Neale
The daylight slips behind
The cedar grove early now
A gold coin through a slot
The darkness hangs heavy
And each year I forget
That the swaddle that wraps us
In its bondage will once again lift
Giving way to the shiver
Of snowdrops
And small fists of pussy willows
But tonight the world turns
A water wheel through molasses
Soon the deep inky sky
Will be nibbled at the edges
Revealing the greening light
That has been waiting all along
just on the other side
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