Music Poem #27: Bach Plus
To the Winter Solstice:
For those of us who still go out
And yearn for signs of sun return
On winter solstice, mystical,
The balance-pause at end of breath;
It seems that we should brush a nest
In snow for pinecone eggs to rest,
Or catch the hands of trees
On fleetest impulse whirl until a
Spark within the wind breathes heat.
We living things, of matter
Made from light might show our trust
In stars. This very night, stretch out
In rays of warmth and earth affection
Preface: sun with sun conception.
2021 Jacqueline Jackson
