Bent for Solstice

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

Timely
the candle
in a window
beacon of hope
to any wayfarers
shadow`caught
by the night
bound for
solstice

“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
newyorker.com

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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

    Like

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