Everyone Writes a Poem about the Winter Solstice - poem

 

Lawrence Hall

Mhall46184@aol.com 

https://hellopoetry.com/lawrence-hall/

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Everyone Writes a Poem about the Winter Solstice

 

The moon is falling away from the full

The axis of the earth will briefly pause

Planets and stars align as the Maker wills

And we wonder if we can sense our world

 

Our world as she shivers across the night

We must light a hilltop fire for her

So that she will spin the light back to us

While we search the heavens for that star

 

That star that led us to a stable long ago

And now bathes our souls with its silver glow

Everyone Writes a Drivelly Poem about the Winter Solstice - poem

 

Lawrence Hall

Mhall46184@aol.com

https://hellopoetry.com/lawrence-hall/

poeticdrivel.blogspot.com

 

Everyone Writes a Drivelly Poem about the Winter Solstice

 And entitles it

 “Winter Solstice,”

And yet Somehow the World Goes On

 

The sun seems to stand still, and too, the world

An Ouroboros of lockdowns and masks

And the increasing divisions of partisans

In yet another republic devouring itself

 

There is an insubstantial Christmas truce

Undeclared, a catching of breath and will

In hopes that two-faced Janus will close his doors

Against the failings of the coming year

 

The sun seems to stand still, and too, the world

We also wait, and search the skies for a Star

Winter Solstice - The Year's Compline - poem

Lawrence Hall
mhall46184@aol.com

Winter Solstice – The Year’s Compline

The winter solstice is the year withdrawing
From all the busy-ness of being-ness,
And life in all its transfigurations
Seems lost beyond this cold, mist-haunted world

Time almost stops. Low-orbiting, the sun
Drifts dimly, drably through Orion’s realm
Morning becomes deep dusk; there is no noon
Four candles are the guardians of failing light

Until that Night when they too disappear
Beneath a Star, before a greater Light