Winter Solstice
By Bruce Levine
Posted on
12/21/16 @ 11:28 a.m.
I walk my dog
Through liquid air
Miniscule droplets
Pelt my forehead
As I make my rounds
Of the parking lot
The winter solstice
Less than a day old Only yesterday
The morning sky
Not quite fulfilling
Wakefulness Yesterday
…………………………………………………………………………..The shortest
The sky Of the year
Blue-gray
With a tinge of white
At the border At the horizon
Like an artist’s canvass
Not quite ready
Prepared
Flat
Waiting
For lines Perpetual mist
Of a painting Translucent
The sky Waiting for rain
Waiting Waiting for something
For lines Waiting for sunshine
Of clouds
Shapes
Figures forming
Ghosts of the day
Rain
Cleansing the streets
Soaking the earth ….Coating the cars
…………………………………………………………………………..With droplets
…………………………………………………………………………..Beading up
Mindless puddles
Of dampness
Empty power
Clearing
Clouds forming
Grays
Mixed with
Patches of white
The sun
Fighting
Drying the
Blacktop
Umbrellas gone
Drying
Standing Semi-closed
Leaning against
The wall
Unfurled
Waiting
Another walk
The sun
Blazing through the clouds
I shield my eyes
The winter sun
The winter solstice Was yesterday
The shortest day
Of the year
One minute longer
I make my rounds
Avoiding puddles
Empty spaces
And murky water
Evaporating
In the morning sun
/
The sky turns blue
The clouds
White
A gentle breeze
Light plays
On the
Leaves of the trees
My dog lies
Sleeping
Content
Cars
Trucks
People
…………………………………………………………………………..Strollers
Moving
…………………………………………………………………………..Through
Lives
Getting on with the
Day
Forward motion
Toy soldiers
And lemmings
Wasted time
Wasted lives
Never answered
Never dreaming
Never shifting
Gears in motion
Standing still
Treading water
Watching and
Waiting for
Nothing
And yet there’s more
I won’t get caught
In the miasma of
Time
I move my pencil
Across the paper
I look
For new beginnings
Like the day after
The winter solstice
The days get longer One minute longer
New options
New hope
New lives