on the Winter Solstice
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After all the rain monsooning through the day, cascading through the leaves of the still—green— with-Summer trees.
It arrives on a warm white cloud. It arrives on soft rolls of ocean waves along a sand pebbled shore. It arrives on a bed
Maybe, like Marcel, Monsieur Proust, in Paris, it begins with a bite of a madeleine.
As I awakened to this morning, eyes still closed, I was thinking of you, long-gone Mom and Dad,
Those many, sung and unsung, who gave themselves, often gave up their lives, to fight, in wars,
To ask your Self. In the still of the night, whether bright-starred or half-mooned. In the midst of the day,
Back in time, a romantic era of English Time, they used to send a son or daughter off
A frosted cake layered with cars and people, rosetted with gulls, points out toward quiet afternoon islands.
The Maine woods. The coastal woods. Where coming into Spring he resides, is at home. Where he keeps a fire burning
After you uncork him and he appears in a serpentine of white smoke. Before he grants you
Once cloud-high mountains, shaped and worn from hundreds of millions of rainfalls, windfalls, frosts. Rounded now
The only thing warm tonight in the deep winter sky ~ and soon to occlude. The Wolf Moon, Ice Moon, Old Moon.
The limpa from Scandinavia. The ciabatta, and the michetta from Italia, also known as Rosetta. The mantou from China.
Yes. And the rivers. The wind and the rain. The wildflowers. The marshes
Remember that one day you, too, will die. Will cease being here, in body, in breath. Will join all those