Best Winter Solstice Poems
You are
the shortest day
but longest night
within a memory
of my four seasons
Every cell in my body
remembers you
It remembers
Your amorous glance
Your ardent touch
Your effervescent kiss
and even your last whisper
a careless whisper
which sickened my thought
and pained me with grief
Every breath from my lungs
remembers your absence
How can I forget it
I live with it
I die inside of it
It surrounds my existence
Your absence
Bitter!
Dark !
Darker
than death
itself
You -Solstizio D'Inverno
Where is your promise
of new beginning
Where is the light
of what was pure
I know you!
I know you
enough to know
You still feel me in your bones
I know you!
I know you
enough to know
You bury me in your soul
Then you dig..
You dig crazily
beneath poured dusk
which fills the hourglass
beyond your veins
You dig deep
to find me
again
You find me
You hold me
I know you!
I know you
enough to know
You hold me
to your heart
I know you!
I know you
enough to know
I'm still
your life-line
Your love travels
as far as the stars
as distant as God
and undiscovered orbits
But was that
Yesterday's illusion
For how long
should this candle shine
How dim its glow now
Low is the voice
which calls the sun
to rebirths prisms
from droplets'dew
Weak are the footprints
which mark our path
on moonlit snow
I should stop walking
I should stop calling
Stop believing
Wanting,Needing
The sun sank
in the stillness
of a crimson horizon
In the solitude
of the tide
never to dawn
in these eyes again
Winter Solstice
You are
my coldest verse
of silence
My longest night
of rain
beckons darkest day
offering a farthing of
moonshine and starlight —
coupled flesh warm beneath quilt
Winter wine keeps spirits’ bright
beckons darkest day
coldness of the Christ’s sealed tomb —
tears and fears presume
the worst of ebon, the death
of life and healing; breathing
celebration of
the birth and rebirth from God
at the darkest times —
star of Bethlehem sojourns
to every bootlegged corner
celebration of
all sons and daughters of King
haloed in moonshine —
silent nights prescribed, roaring
hearth and candlelight; pristine
12/9/2020
We frolic and hide
Among wind swept laughing clouds
Joyfully silvered
Drawn-out nights come with
Brief days now the sun sits still
We sit by the fire
Fates of date, three stand defiant
Put your mind out there, be independent
Planisphere, a.round torrent of current
Twisted the plate, said an apparition.
Get a.board mate there's a mission
Hostile attacks make insecure intention
Blindfolded backs do labor to mention...
It's not at all about to end.
The Begin began and we've crossed,
and crossed the Great a.gain.
Three in the sky as Venus burned
Speared the eYes as a Twin returned
Boiling the points at sea we learned
Misunderstanding is a blend of kind.
A binary system renders the mind
TWO, they said, as a spiraling wind
TWO, they said as a pair, will come.
A zeon light at the Lion's thrown.
Winter lashes out with awful fury knowing
the solstice means her time soon will end.
That tail between legs hangs as days lenghten
and land frozen and icy will begin to warm.
Winter's raging blizzards coat land white
with massive dirfts of snow that block
passage through the lanes and tracks.
Pristine glittering icicles adorn trees.
Lakes frozen solid, dimly glimpsed fish swim
beneath. While on banks shy snowdrops peek
and carefully open their petals one by one.
Yet still Winter tightens her grip stubbornly.
The days slowly lengthen and sun warms earth
only to be plunged back into an icy freeze.
For a while longer Winter rejoycing reigns
But Spring will soon relentlessly march in.
Rhiannon gives birth.
Dark flees at point of roughness.
Light grows strong again.
Come, let us celebrate the shortest day
And longest night: midwinter, even though
The coldest times are still to come. We pause
For a brief moment, like the sun, before
He turns his path. From deepest raven dark,
From lowest ebb, the tide now turns to rise
Towards the light. The solstice fires burn.
Let flames devour what burdens you and weighs
Your spirit down, then lighter and with joy
We shall prepare for new beginnings and
The ancient promise of unconquered sun,
As we ascend to a new fruitful year.
December 3, 2016
So long ago, you might recall,
when winter's shroud of dark would fall
each ritual eased the Celtic mind
to mark the sun's reversal trend
When winter's shroud of dark would fall
fresh woven wreaths adorned each door
A yule log burned, and it was clear
with smoke there rose a new frontier
Each ritual eased the Celtic mind
with many ways to celebrate
Pagans danced with woven crowns
Sun's ebbing presence dwindled down
To mark the sun's reversal trend
folks pressed red apples to the core
Then drank it spiced, to offer toasts
which we have done, forevermore
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Oh, Winter Solstice, when you first appear,
the days are short upon our hemisphere.
But as the Yule log burning through each night
enkindles warmth and makes our season bright,
the days will lengthen yet another year!
The ancients celebrated, some for fear
their God of Sun would fail to reappear.
But then was born a “Son” who brought NEW light!
Oh, Winter Solstice.
And rare is one who, when his time grows near,
(though winds may blow and weather be severe),
refuses to take part in each delight,
the fanfare and the feasts when we unite
with loved ones. . . sing rejoicing, spread good cheer!
Oh, Winter Solstice.
For Deb Guzzi's Contest: Winter Holy Days
(Celtic/Winter Soltice)
Have you ever wondered where it all began
The rituals marked among the Celtic clans?
Look into the past and they are found
This day is when the sun would turn around
For when darkest days of winter fell upon
The Pagans found a way to carry on
And through the years traditions tumbled down
For this is when the world now turns around
There are fables told and many customs formed
Of the apples pressed and wassail spices warmed
With toasts regaled when snow skimmed off the ground
This day was when light would turn around
There are moments keen with memory as bright as fire
And woven wreaths would halt all spirits dire
While Pagan songs across the land resounded
For this was when the sun would turn around
A Yule log fire would burn for twelve dark winter days
And ashes kept to bless the next year on its way
Reverse 'o time, as ebbing days were found
This is where the sun would turn around
They would meditate and dance among the trees
And hide their faces, chant with chivalry
The radiant light would stretch the day with crowns
This is where the sun would turn around
This is where the past now comes undone
Reverse earth's darkness with the golden sun
This is where old legends come unwound
This is when the light would turn around
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For Cyndi's Contest: Seasons of Light
Slanting of the sun
bends the dusky silhouettes,
grown long for winter
Earth's axis tilting
Circling around the sun
Winter has begun
The cold is coming.
December’s winter solstice.
Start of the season.
Celtic/Winter Solstice
Winters frosty snowflakes fall
Ice runs through your desire
Never ending nippy nights
Tender moments by the fire
Evergreens flapping in the winds
Rivers frozen, slightly dire
Silent days and Shimmering nights
Overcast evenings so inviting
Loves flame slowly lighting
Sparkling, shivering so exciting
Tinsel dancing in the air
Icicles shining with such flair
Cold breezes blowing through
Every nook and part of you.