{"id":11269,"date":"2021-12-21T18:54:07","date_gmt":"2021-12-22T01:54:07","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thewritespot.us\/marlenecullenblog\/?p=11269"},"modified":"2021-12-21T18:54:15","modified_gmt":"2021-12-22T01:54:15","slug":"winter-solstice-2021","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thewritespot.us\/marlenecullenblog\/winter-solstice-2021\/","title":{"rendered":"Winter Solstice 2021"},"content":{"rendered":"\n

Memorable writing that sparks imagination. Lean in. Hear the writer\u2019s voice on the page.<\/em><\/a><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Winter Solstice 2021<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

By M.A. Dooley<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

This blessed day when the light returns,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I stand on the mountain of my home <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Grounded at 7:59 AM and look up. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

The round moon wanes floating over <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Saucer clouds docked in the west. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

A soft haze hangs between me and my Shire,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Layered hillocks of veiled emerald, <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Taste wet and lush as if the drought is over. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

The sun rises behind a filter of grey<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Cotton balls connected at fluffy centers like <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Fat caterpillars in the sky. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

<\/p>\n\n\n\n

When the time rings for a celestial split, <\/p>\n\n\n\n

A tear in the cotton,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

A thin sliver of blue blinks open <\/p>\n\n\n\n

And the sun sears my eyes <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Carving the womb of awakening.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I am the field of green softened by one ray,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I am the strong back of the moon, <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Light as the wind that whips my tassels<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Reverent as a child witnessing a miracle<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I welcome life and light this Solstice sunrise.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

M.A. Dooley<\/strong> is an architect and writer from the Santa Cruz Mountains, Sonoma County, and the Sierra Nevadas. Dooley has been published in “The Write Spot: Musings and Ravings in a Pandemic Year” and in “Poems of a Modern Day Architect,” Archhive Books, 2020.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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