Winter Solstice
Author Robert Johnson
Winter Solstice
Robert Johnson
In Druidry, we talk about free form like leaves falling— words aren’t evenly spaced. As with a gale they form in a heap. Leaves, words, and tears falling in the darkness— I wait for you. Like the dark, a journey, not moving. Waiting and looking for the Awen and Nwyfre c a l l i n g. I wait, I wait for you shapeshifting through time. Spring and Summer— no longer in my vision. The geese are cackling— hooting and honking they are c a l l i n g. The wheel is turning. Mabon and Samhain pass by. I am waiting till the time I hear you call my name— calling me from the womb of winter’s darkest night.
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Bob, thank you for sharing your words and story with us! The lines of your poem possess a haunting echo that capture the intersect of grief, darkness, and winter so beautifully!
I love how even the formatting of this poem adds to its essence 👏🏻