This year I had planned not to inflict upon the world a new solstice poem —— for the process of finishing a poem takes so very long, these days, for me. As some friends of mine know, though, poetry happens. So I have let myself and my life be dominated for a few days by the lines which next I will post here. It aided me that I mistakenly thought yesterday to be the shortest day. Today is half-a-second shorter.
Thoughts from a life filled, to different levels in different bottles, with writing, gardening, antiquing, drawing and painting, musing, musicking, and wine. Vines are the growth of the moment; wines, reflections back on that growth, from a distance. And lines, musical or otherwise, reflect them both.
"A writer and a thinker." -- Katherine MacLean
Sunday, December 22, 2019
Winter Solstice, 2019
This year I had planned not to inflict upon the world a new solstice poem —— for the process of finishing a poem takes so very long, these days, for me. As some friends of mine know, though, poetry happens. So I have let myself and my life be dominated for a few days by the lines which next I will post here. It aided me that I mistakenly thought yesterday to be the shortest day. Today is half-a-second shorter.
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