Winter Solistice

Winter brings more than just cold
Or 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.



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Written on 2025-12-28 at 16:45

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Griffonner The PoetBay support member heart!
I've read many postulations that our genes still contain the cycle of living from when we were hunter gatherers, so I fully see the scene your poem is creating. Blessings, and best wishes for 2026, Allen
2025-12-28