Winter Solistice
Winter brings more than just coldOr frost but strange going’s on
That summer eyes hardly believe.
Summer was free. You’d wake and take
The day like matadors taking
The bull by the horns. Winter instead
Is spent more hunter/trapper-like,
Getting a lay of the land, tracing
The soil, inhaling the wind, eating
Knowledge to excrete out later
When needed. All in service of
A prey that might not ever come.
Poetry by Sameen
Written on 2025-12-28 at 16:45
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