Winter Solstice - Poem
Winter Solstice in the shortening of days, their shuddered abbreviations, the way a swing awaits midway - expectantly, the trajectory of its flight, so too the planet sits back - up - on its heels, its sprung haunches, ready to pounce and a-go. as it does, it giggles, like a maiden, or a youth, a care-less turning round of itself, admiring its reflection - a clever trick, pleased to have fooled the sun to ride, for one more cycle, to stay to me, for yet another year.