Passage

Solstice

Sprinkling nuts for the squirrels,
dried fruits for the birds,
apples for the deer,
in the clearing
among the thick,
round spruces
and junipers.

Children run and scramble
to the simple task
this winter solstice
evening.
Cold breezes
blow our candles out.

Hot feast awaits inside
while we adults
have a small smoke
after the “hunt”
outside.

I'm thanking Ever
for a warm feast
and the craziness of children.

The earnestness of some young masters
could be what saves us all.

Passing unnoted,
granted,
and taken so,
the basic forces of the universe
keep us in the throat
of stable reality
and hope.

Farmhouse yards
ferociously lighted
and clean,
we're passing by
(unnoted)
through the night
back into the city.
The country solstice
stayed behind.

The Darkness will need to be
reanointed
inside the city
it seems.