Solstice

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[Poem from a week ago, i.e. winter solstice here down under. Cloud photo I took from our house three years ago.]

Solstice

The eye, exhilarated,
rises to the roar
in the tree mast tops
as a billowing canvas
of white cockatoos
screeches and soars
cold waves of wind,
all picky and choosy
about the perfect roost,
crickets still loudly
ticking their calming
bombs down in the bilge
ditch as the last light glitch
of the disappeared sun
sails frozen clouds
of gale-grey marble
over the reeling ridge
to Reedy Creek.

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~ by Peter Lach-Newinsky on June 28, 2016.

2 Responses to “Solstice”

  1. Salut Peter,

    You’ve captured the strange exhilaration we feel when nature unleashes her forces, and the impact on all our senses. Love the cloud photo too.

    Here’s my take on the same day…

  2. Thanks Brendan. I’ve changed a few words to work in sailing ship allusions. Looking for your take…

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