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Solstice Ache
by Alison McKenzieSnow crunches under my boots,
Startling the deer snuggled in for the night
In the tall, sleeping summer grasses
On the hill behind the house.
Graceful even in flight,
They ka-da leap, ka-da leap
Through the snowy crust
To safety in the undeveloped upper fields.
The full moon is eclipsed by the earth’s shadow,
Bringing a rare magic that I cannot see
But sense above the cloud-cover;
The first edge of the winter solstice
Sweeping It’s arm to welcome me
Onto the next.
I etch these into the annals of my soul,
This season’s solitude cradling
The echoes of aches
Long tucked in for the duration,
Stirring out of slumber and
Longing for release.
12/21/2010 Posted on 12/21/2010
Copyright © 2024 Alison McKenzie
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Adam Dyson on 12/21/10 at 10:49 AM Allowing yourself to be in those moments, and etching them there in your soul, will reconnect you with your own inner beauty. Cherish them! |
| Posted by Charlie Morgan on 12/21/10 at 12:36 PM ...ali, you just keep turning memind over and over; ka-da leap, ka-da leap brought that moment to me; i saw it, felt it, heard it[the ka-da leap] and hid to watch 'em ka-da leap by; your word-sack is bottomless, eh? |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 12/21/10 at 09:09 PM There's never a dull moment when it comes to your insight. There's never a single image that has no right being there. |
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