Solstice
(in the North)
Susserating word
Whispering in frost and crystalline
Syllables, telling us
That the time is changing
Fall is done, and winter’s here
Time for nature’s rest
Sleeping, fallow
Nurtured under blankets
Of the cold
Awaiting what’s to come anew
And those of us in candlelight
With wood fires and electric lamps
LED and Cadmium
We control light and heat
No longer are we partial
To this pace
We plant and reap in this time, too
Instinctively, we have evolved
We figure out our stride, for
Good or ill, while most
Of nature hides
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