Bent for Solstice

the dark
the day`light
seeps like rain
thru arid soil
to old roots
pale with

the candle
in a window
beacon of hope
to any wayfarers
by the night
bound for

“When the candle is burning, who looks at the wick?
When the candle is out, who needs it?
But the world is a wasteland and chaos,
and a life without sacrifice is abomination.” ~ Annie Dillard

Artwork by Marc Chagall


About Peter Notehelfer

I'm a retired people person who now finds the time to watch the little details of the world without worrying about being watched by anyone . . . I live on an Island north of Seattle with my wife named Ellen, a yellow dog named McGee, a yellow cat named Gatzby, and four fine chickens . . . I read fiction, bake bread, smoke salmon, and fish whenever the weather allows . . . Oh, and yes, I try to write a poem every day simply to avoid senility!
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5 Responses to Bent for Solstice

  1. ebbtide says:

    I love candlelight during this time of year especially – and it is exactly because it is a simple comfort in the darkness and the gray. Beautifully written!

    Liked by 1 person

  2. Ahh, three of my favorites: Chagall, Dillard, and Notehelfer.

    Liked by 1 person

  3. Pamela Morse says:

    Reblogged this on mermaidcamp and commented:
    Solstice poem


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