Winter Solstice 2021

by Kristina Woodhill

Luna and Sol
share the Solstice dawn

Friend reports walking her snowy road
hours from us
standing in these two orbs' crosshairs

I tell her she has fresh powers,
she only wishes for longer days

Winter glides on goose wings,
settles onto Armstrong's field

finds earth still solid,
sees dew knows yet how to sparkle
on withered grasses

begins to graze
on last January's hopes,
tastes a hint of April rains,
a memory of fresh green blades

overlaid with viral tension,
envisions minds unaccustomed to great events
that require simple sacrifice

Winter cautiously scratches
into coarse hard soil of summer's
god-awful heat, full fledged plague

probes hesitantly for the wilt of autumn,
avoiding gravestones popping up
like confused seedlings

Oh, you lucky, busy birds,
puffed up cats, prowling our pasture,
hardy hummingbird at our warmed feeder

no woolens
no boots
no gloves
no hooded coat
no scarf to wrap tender nose
no mask
no vaccine


Author's Note: did a major edit 1/25/22

Posted on 12/24/2021
Copyright © 2022 Kristina Woodhill

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 12/24/21 at 08:42 PM

Kristina. Your poem is Serenely tender, yet powerful. You see and feel and react to nature with eyes and senses beyond the purely tactile and observant.

Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 12/25/21 at 01:32 PM

Very nice. Quite an eclectic combination, expression. Love the ending; vaccine. Merry Christmas again Kristina! And all the best for the seasons ahead.

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