Hello my lovely readers
Another long, busy, but lovely day today, and I realised it's actually the longest day over here - the summer solstice. Which means I get two of them this year, and skip the winter one entirely. So this sonnet is about the strangeness of time, the importance of nature in grounding, and what we owe to a planet with such diversity.
21st December 2019
Most years I write about the winter solstice
because its weather gives my bones a murmur
and makes me think of how time and light hold us
in thrall; but this year, today, I'm in summer.
So, then, perhaps what holds us is not time
(since that is just a structure we've imposed)
but instead Nature's reasons (and her rhyme) -
some things to which we seem, now, rather closed.
As we all bustle through our busy lives
it's easy to get lost in the mundanity
and forget that which helps us to survive;
the forces which support all our humanity.
If such concurrent, yet contrasting, seasons
exist on her, our planet deserves pleasing.
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