Day after Solstice
A plain ordinary day
It strikes my fancy
Globe keeps on spinning
Days begin their lengthening
Promise of more light.
Day after Solstice
A plain ordinary day
It strikes my fancy
Globe keeps on spinning
Days begin their lengthening
Promise of more light.
Posted in Change, Endings and Beginnings, Haiku, Time
Tags: Haiku, Ongoing beginnings, Poetry, Solstice
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A quiet motion for sure. An expression need not sound to be felt.
Yes. Nonverbal communication can speak volumes.
I love the peace of this poem Ina, those quiet spaces in between.
Thanks, Andrea. I especially appreciate the quiet this time of the year. Merry Christmas.
Lovely
Thanks for your comments to my posts. ❤
Difficult to see the changes, as yet!
It does take time. 🙂
I’m looking forward to those longer days!
I am counting the days!