The Solstice Child

22 Dec

Oh shadow upon me as a steel gate
that keeps fountains frozen longing for spring;
in darkness with the light’s promise, I await
the rising sun, on Spring day’s wings.

Seeds beneath ice reject deaths history
in the mind’s aging place of well-tilled soil;
hands cold and crossed, holding joy’s poverty
in prayer, for passing summer’s last spoils.

Each day in lengthy dour to silver night, 
a child, my youth, an ember in my heart
awakens in warmth, beyond blackened light;
to await creation’s surprising spark.

I welcome the ‘morrow’s guest to arrive,
with gate left unlocked, for the solstice child.


Rev. 8: …2015/2018 RKG/ZQ



Posted by on December 22, 2018 in Advent, Christmas, Love, Poetry, Poverty, Zen


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3 responses to “The Solstice Child


    January 13, 2019 at 11:37 pm

    This is so cold ad hopeful at the same time. It reads like a spell.

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  2. Sherry Blue Sky

    January 13, 2019 at 11:54 am

    My new favourite of yours, kiddo. The gate left unlocked for the solstice child. I note the light lasts a BIT longer these evenings, so we are turning towards the light………..I especially love the hand’s holding joy’s poverty. I am poor as a church mouse and joyous as a jaybird myself.

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  3. skipmanning

    December 23, 2018 at 6:14 am


    Liked by 2 people


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