As a deep cold approaches, we feel the change of seasons in our bones–our bodies and brains … A poem blows into the mountains of my mind.
Solstice Meditation (Solar Medication)
Deep chill, climbs the hill
Inside/outside, tide and yuletide
Naked trees and branching light
Son of sea and season—
One ceasing, one seizing.
Mountain-grown, mountains groan
High country lifting up, up
Low quakes of ancient living rock
Ascending waves enter roots
And shake the silence
Until fruits loosen and release.
Nature writes with dark and light
Snow and sun blend into one
Tea to warm while birds in swarm
Flight to fight for seeds and nuts and
Worming beneath earth that sleeps
Yet never sleeps, though rests
Head on arm, eyes half closed
Alert to awaken at a moment’s unnoticed
Movement, shadows raking leaves
Left by Fall, still falling and falling still.
Bright orb of fire stands firm
We circle, circle, circle
The old dies in honor of the new
Birthing breathing beauty.
Every day a turning
To dip a dose
In the cyclic journey
Toward what cures
And endures …
(photo: icefall on the Blue Ridge)