"Winter
Solstice"
Poetry by Michael F. Nyiri
Dec. 22, 2006 6:25 am pst
The air turns bright and
crackling
As cold snaps through the clear morning
The days have shrunk
And the nights freeze my threadbare existence
to the bone
Ice forms on the windshields of wonderment
driving through the empty streets of solitude mornings
A draft of fresh accountability
shears the stumbling shards of inconclusion
and reveals short breaths of lucid reason
as the minutes tick to darkness
on the shortest day of the year.
Was it ever this cold?
Eyeing the icicles of incredible
Feeling the ferocious frostbite of forever
Waking to the shivering sounds of my own teeth
Will the sun ever warm again?
Aye, the Solstice will pass
As always with the regularity of reason
and the winter cold will soon coalesce into Spring.
The seasonal snippets of winter
Soon fade from existence
for a while, for a short while,
and then the sun appears,
melting the ice and cold
and forming new hope for another year.
But the gentle strains of
Spring's reserve
Can never seem as sweet
Unless revered and reviled by the Winter Storms
Leaving crackling cold
in the dust of memory
for yet another year.
Poetry
2006
