Reaching towards penumbral shadows,
I grok veiled faces
behind an
eclipse;
brief
day
light
now
hobbles,
long hours
shorten by minutes—
the winter solstice approaches.
Poised for evergreen renewal
Limited only
by nature's
portals
that
lead
to
air
fire
and water
astrological
norms, breeding cherry trees blossoms.
Shed white and pink petals, announce
new vegetation
flipside of
chaos,
green
growth
sprouts
vines
reach out
climb up trees
Dionysian
regeneration, pervades all.
Summer plucked fruit drops the apex
of romance into
empty tin
buckets
that
fill,
frame,
spill
contents
into flats
refrigerated
under every harvest moon.
Meanwhile, below the waning light,
seasonal circle
cycles come
roots dig
drink
rain,
feed
hosts
as we
celebrate
yearly rites beneath
another penumbral shadow.
