Sun breaks far to the south
barely surfacing on the horizon,
the earth starved for light
as solstice approaches.
Forlorn as a whining motor
the trudging path meanders,
seeking any truth left
in the crater of the godless.
I recall her innocence,
the pale green eyes and delicate skin
inviting the surrender
of my testament.
Following the trail to the altar beside the river
hawks circle in clouds of mist,
the water running cold and pure.
If I enter the freezing stream I may die.
Reaching back in the ancient tongue
to go forward, solitary as crow,
what I seek lies beneath the earth,
above the cold winter sky.
Now is the time to remember.
photo by Kishan Upadhyay
Reading of “Time to Remember” with music by Syntaleta
Yes, now is the time to remember….
Poignant and passionate……
The darkness of these days is perfect for remembering and for opening to what will come with the Sun in Spring.
Thanks again, Don, for your Sunday messages.
I liked how you remembered these times that come every year. I had forgotten how dark these days are.. but the cats seem to remember exactly when they get fed. Circadian rhythms … coming around again. Thanks.
Wonderful Truths, Brother…
Beyond and before the most ancient solstice lies the Source of all memory. Many blessings, Don. Thank you.
Thank you Don. Voice of the Eternal. Now is the time to remember. We’ve heard that word before, and always it is spoken Now — ever now
Lovely poem, Don. Great photo. The elderly beautifully show their inner radiance.