Solstice Poem ~ Margaret Atwood

[bleodswean]

 

This is the solstice, the still point

 

of the sun, its cusp and midnight,

 

the year’s threshold

 

and unlocking, where the past

 

lets go of and becomes the future;

 

the place of caught breath, the door

 

of a vanished house left ajar. 

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[med_cat]

Love the imagery