nadir and zenith
souls to ice
cold moon to blazing sun
Frost glitters upon
engravings of the ancient earth
place of life begun
dancing sailors’ hornpipes
spray hitting window panes
someone is dancing
like a prayer which dies upon the lips
towards penumbral light
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Written for earthweal
I know, I’m supposed to be on a break, and Cindy Georgakas is laughing as she reads this, but after reading Brendan’s superb essay on grief and hope at solsticetide, I couldn’t resist contributing something.
Fare ye well, earth-travellers!