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A Sonnet For My Solstice Child

28 Dec

Oh, shadow upon me as a steel gate

Keeps a fountain frozen; longing for spring.

In darkness, with the light’s promise, I wait

for the rising sun on new mornings’ wings.

 

Seeds beneath ice reject deaths history;

In a 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;

I await creation’s surprising spark;

 

I welcome the ‘morrow’s guest to arrive,

With gate left unlocked, for my solstice child.

 
1 Comment

Posted by on December 28, 2019 in Beginnings, Getting Old, Poetry, Sonnet

 

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One response to “A Sonnet For My Solstice Child

  1. Sherry Marr

    January 5, 2020 at 10:20 pm

    “Holding joy’s poverty….” How I love that! I love this sonnet for a solstice child. Beautiful.

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