Sunday, December 26, 2021

Winter Solstice, Far North

 by G. Jack Urso

 


we are at our coldest


and the night the longest


at our closest point to the Sun



 

. . . the Sun that sets early now

Untitled image from On the Edge, Ginn and Co., 1973.

dipping below the horizon by 4:30


slipping its bond with the day


abandoning us for the blackness


and uncertainty


of the night


 

when we are the furthest


from light and warmth


we draw closer to it


approaching the dawn


of the longest day

 

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1 comment:

  1. I have always been intrigued by how opposites entwined create a truth. Enjoyed the poem. "Approaching the dawn of the longest day. . ." Death as an awakening. I think I prefer that sort.

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