In late December
when the days are dark and the ground is light
we living seek comfort of heat and light
while some dying choose the cold comfort of the dark earth

We find solace where we can
in a hot meal a warming drink
a soft embrace a friendly smile
a shawl a song a communal dance
dinner with friends or family
and laughter
lots of that

Our planet lives in a cold space
between Venus and Mars
it rotates revolves declines

If a certain star rises at a certain time in a certain place
it is time to climb the pyramid
and hear the blood
and say the words
that open the unclosing blue eye
that bathes in the yellow heat of the angelic star

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About riverwriter

Poet, playwright, duplicate bridge player, website designer, cottager, husband, father, grandfather, former athlete, carpenter, computer helper for my friends, theatre designer, backstage polymath, retired teacher of highschool English, drama, art, a baritone singer in a barbershop quartet, who knows what else? wordcurrents is on Facebook: Doug also has a Facebook page, "Incognitio", related to his novels.
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