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.