Winter Solstice Poems - Poems about Winter Solstice

The winter solstice Is as big as the year A small reunion May you have The warmest love On the longest night The days after this Are like cold light Meets the sun Bright and bright....

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Winter Is here, Fear washed away my sorrow with desperation and opportunism, Now I wait for winter, For I will meet the woman of my dreams in winter, Torrid freezing, Will throw her into my arms, Winter is here, Fear washed away my manhood with white supremacy, I’m dreaming of a white woman, To wash away all of my sorrow, I am desperate and opportunistic, Winter...

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Unable to sleep or pray, I stand by the window looking out— at moonstruck trees a December storm has bowed with ice. White Oaks and Maples concede beneath the crystalline weight, their branches falling brittle upon a frozen tableau of memory. Love—that old revolutionary road, veers sideways toward scrutiny; ...

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Radiant crystals illuminate thee, nocturnal mistress in the wan dawn light where darkness drapes skies Requiem aeternam bright halo, lies heaven’s portal Winters wispy cirrus refracting ring circling Mohawkin bespeaks of a Christmas cold moon …December’s icy grip ...

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winter solstice arriving... shortest day and longest night... silent trees gather forces for returning light lighter, longer, brighter days saunter through the winter gloom... light triumphs over darkness renewal awaits...

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Freezer door open early winter crystals emerge...

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I am sunk deep in the dark of this day, peer out of a hollow that holds the tribe's history drawn in ochre on a rock wall. Outside is a numb, frozen world that yields little food. Animals are scarce and I am kept alive by stealth and making most of the meager offerings that fall to my spear. I hate being here, imprisoned in a poem,...

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Groundhog day 2024 or Forty one days since 2023 Winter Solstice Rather than be a day late and dollar short, I opted to post poem acknowledging the second of February, where eponymous groundhog gets his (most often male) foretelling whether there will be six more weeks of winter upon oblate spheroid generating hoopla whether spring will arrive early and satiate those folks who...

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masked the winters wind torrid blows covering the... naked skins of them ~ humanity cold frozen speechless versions of winter solstice frost 2/3/24 Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2024...

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("Winter's Edge", 2018, original encaustic) Darkness Darkness darkness be the pillow That pulls me in and holds me down When all around the light had faded And nowhere within it can be found Somewhere some one is now crying Out for love or something near While in silence the dark is calling A soothing sound but void of cheer As I...

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10:27 Post Meridiem Eastern Standard Time, Thursday December 21 Location: 2 Highland Manor Drive Schwenksville, Pennsylvania 40.2562° N, 75.4638° W Sunrise time: 7:31 am?(121°) Sunset time: 4:46 pm ?(239°) Day length: 9:14:42. Mine circadian rhythm pulsates bright imperceptible increments of daylight increase fantasy fanciful heavenly flight as I imagine myself Icarus fearlessly gaining height blindly heading into sunbeam light strongly advised courtesy experts to travel toward nearest star at...

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Give yourself to slumber under ink black clouds. Moon below the horizon, light for when it’s dark. Lie in peaceful presence. Silhouette of the trees mythologies reverberate of songs, put us to sleep. Dream of all the beings, our kin gathered around, flames flicker in shadows mysteries of living found. Maybe someday you’ll join us under the sky’s moonlight. Stories, song and dancing long into the warm night. I hope someday...

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You find a place where the sun reaches across the river with a little feeble warmth to rest on your face. Soon it will be the shortest day. The shadows are cold and stretch out like fingers, pinching at what light you've managed to keep flickering within yourself. You find something pleasant to think about, a memory perhaps, a fancy, anything to put into an old...

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rusted leaves walk down paths paved by reindeer footfall — freshly fallen snow...

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Winters Solstice seems like a never-ending Earthly purgatory The sun has taken less than more to a different story It's January, the last true warmth my cold face can remember It seems so infinitely long ago since that first week of November This storm of feeling overcast is so unappealing Ninety-five days more requires persevering Its for the guaranteed promise...

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