Traveling Toward Solstice - Ann Marie Cheney

[Larry Robinson]

Traveling Toward Solstice
 
 
The gold of autumn,
deep and burnished,
is not the superficial sizzle
of summer.
Light seems to rise
from deep in the soul
of the Universe;
filtered through layers
of beginnings and endings;
polished by the year’s hopes
and disappointments.
It moves inexorably
toward Solstice
embracing death
and rebirth.
 
	- Ann Marie Cheney
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