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

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