Poem: After the Solstice

The night lies heavy now, a starless quilt
that holds the gloom close. Candles in windows
call the errant soul home and light the way.

Know, too, that the geese are still flying south,
writing their great letter in the dawn sky.
See the field mouse creeping across the road.

See the goldfinch and his mate greet the Sun.
Know, too, that She is pushing back the night
minute by minute each sunset and dawn.

clent_standing_stones_winter_sunset

Clent standing stones, winter sunset, by Tony Hisgett via Wikimedia Commons

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About whitecatgrove

The musings of a Druid priestess, singer, poet and musician in Upstate New York.
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