In the Time of the Solstice

How you might slip into this light

Lured from bedtime curfews,

Signatory of winter,

With it’s wet ink faded into those days,

Remembered now in the tender branches

Still sliding through the wind.

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Ever freshening days,

Alive,

With new things illumed,

In this one last moment

Before it all pulls us in

Returning us, gently,

Into the rhythm of our souls.