Oh shadow upon me, as a steel gate
Keeps a fountain frozen longing for spring;
In darkness, with the light’s promise, I wait
for the rising sun on new mornings’ wings.
Seeds, beneath ice, reject deaths history
In a mind’s aging place of well tilled soil;
Hands, cold and crossed, holding joy’s poverty
In prayer, for passing summer’s last spoils.
Each day in lengthy dour to silver night,
A child, my youth, an ember in my heart;
Awakens in warmth beyond blackened light,
To await creation’s surprising spark;
Welcoming the ‘morrow’s guest to arrive,
With gate left unlocked, for the solstice child.
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