Approaching Solstice

All things arise, they abide, change, and fall away. ~ seon joon

Little moon in the sky, little year
that draws bit by bit to a close—

You were not wholly unkind,
you were not without feeling.

You were the hope we needed to embrace,
the story we needed to tell and be told.

Little griefs that came like a sudden
onslaught of rain, you too were necessary.

You were the light that knighted
the gutter’s edge, the static

from a radio coming to life. Little piper
in the grass at dawn, you were most missed

when the hour was silent. You were
the lover that grazed among the lips

of hidden flowers, the flutter of feathers
against the negative strip of windows.


In response to thus: a psalm for winter.

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