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Mike Jewett Feb 2015
Midnight’s glowing solstice moon
From moonrise to moonset-
She feels, hears, sees
Magic, crickets, skunks, dew-

She’s summer.
Winters nascent white falls
on the boughs of orchard branches
and carpets the earth outside my window;

The coating has a strength in it's gentle glow
softening and subduing the landscape
in a pale light, diffused by cloud,

Lifting with the purity of a doves wings
And drifting with a melancholy like ashes,
Settling, like the baseness of bones,

Something bare and beautiful
is reflected outside
in the raw winds of transition,

Out of the dark belly of solstice,
In all the suddenness and subtlety of being
snow flakes are inchoate and bristling.
Joseph Proskauer Dec 2014
moment of sunrise --
only low cloud  .   .   .  someone starts
whispering mysteries  .   .   .
LD Goodwin Dec 2014
'Tis darkest midnight of the year,
fire blazing in her eyes.
She dances 'round and 'round the womb,
of Spring's hope, of nature's prize.

Her sunset hair and wind rose skin,
enchant, affix, my gaze.
Naked she moves, as floating leaf,
veiled by moon and blaze.

She dances for the Springtime,
to wash away the mire,
calling me to take her,
join her in the fire.

'Tis the darkest midnight of the year,
hearts find their hidden mirth,
and dance as one, well in the trance,
of life, and love of earth.
Harrogate, TN 2014
aj Dec 2014
It is on this day,
that ice breathed fire

It is on this day,
that I was born

16 glacial years,
and still no body
to mourn.

And if I was to receive a gift,
from winter Snow,
I'd ask him to bless me with the love
I always yearn.
It's my birthday <33 #16
aar505n Dec 2014
Sunrise at Newgrange
and
Sunset at Stonehenge.

Value those precious
hours of light
before it is devoured
by the devious night.

The dense darkness
can sense your fears
and hear your tears

Soon to devour
your sour flesh
Leaving a fresh
carcass in the darkness

And where is my
Great Dark Hope?
Gone to get the rope
Or
hiding in the shadows
waiting
baiting her time
Until we are at our weakest

The last thing we will see
are the Darkest Eyes
then hope no more
As our door is closed
and locked

This is the Winter Solstice
This bitter hiss
Death's long and last kiss
WickedHope Dec 2014
I dare you
to meet me
at the foot
of the Statue
watching over cities
from the middle
of nowhere at
quarter to One
the morning of
the winter **Solstice
Please stop.
waking up to you is like
opening my eyes
to the first snowfall
of the season,
when everything shines and life
feels like an eternal bliss
as your autumnal eyes
bring on the solstice
BianchiBlue Nov 2014
His love
is the winter  
solstice, mounting  
the top of her world
where  
her love  
is the summer  
equinox, embracing  
the basis  
of his
Maggie Emmett Aug 2014
At Summer Solstice, the Sun is far
distant from the celestial equator
and that day is the longest of the year.
From Khufu’s Great Pyramid at Giza
the scarlet Phoenix with the golden crest
swoops silent and low across the Delta.
Only half a millennium of life
before it passes to the flames of fire
and is reborn again from charred ashes.
This yang bird, fiery and blood cardinal
a solar flare blazing incandescent
pumps joy from the igneous heart of earth
erupts red hot energy volcanic
exciting and swirling the power of Qi.
Sun’s light and heat brings universal life,
and worshipped as Samash, Mithras and Ra,
Aztec God Tezcatlipoca,
Greek Helios, Phoebus and Apollo.
Now comes the agile Phoenix, sunset-stained
Broad-winged and gliding in the cloudless skies
Certain source of abundance and plenty
Plump-rich each berry, mango, peach, pear, plum.
Squeeze juicy sweet and succulent to taste
Summer full blown, mature and glorious.

© M.L.Emmett
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