Nocturne into Solstice
(A celebration of the season of light)
Adrift
in a stream
of blue
dusk before deliverance
into a sonata
of the night.
It is only
a small craft
this floating soul
of mine
but it knows
its way home
through the long chill
and long darkness.
It will arrive
where it started
and know itself
not for the first time
or the last.
The journey into solstice
is guided by aromas
familiar and cherished—
my soul knows them well
breathes them in
and rejoices.
Adrift
in a stream
of blue
solstice in sight
my soul exults
with all others
whose masks become
transparent
not for the first
or last time
souls shining through
in the season
of the sun’s
return.
