Poetry Friday : December 23, 2016
The land tilts away.
Sun skims the horizon
For a quarter day, shortest day
Vanishing into the earliest sunset.
Plunged into darkness–
No sunrise, no sunset–
North Pole is beyond Sun’s reach.
At its lowest point, Sun stands still,
Reverses its direction
From southward turns northward.
Autumn passes, Winter arrives
Cloaked in dark cold on the longest night.
© 2016 Alice Nine
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Beautiful. Winter has come, and we have plunged into darkness, but we have emerged through with the promise of longer days to come!
Thank you, Jane. I love observing seasonal changes– one being the lengthening and shortening of days.
Beautiful, Alice–love the image of the sun skimming the horizon (which your photo captures too) and winter arriving, cloaked in dark cold. Wishing you a warm holiday!
Thank you, Buffy. All year, I marvel at the tracking of the sun in our skies (we are north of the 45th parallel). One of the ways I mark the changing of the seasons is the way the sun enters my windows… the south windows now… then as summer comes, the east and finally on the longest day, it shines through our north windows.
Alice, I love this tribute to the winter solstice. I particularly like…”plunged into darkness.” It packs a punch! Have a lovely holiday!
Thank you, Kiesha. Glad you liked that phrase… I wrestled with it for a bit while writing. May your heart and home be filled with much joy.