Tuesday, December 22, 2015

A Shetland winter solstice, looking south to Edinburgh

22 December 2015

The sun has stopped
And turned
The slow climb north
Begins at last

The worst
Is never past
The past
Is not the worst

There's more. There's always more

Day broken, now
Grey flutter, mirk and gutter
Fire lit, peat reek
Lost summers speak
In smoke and flame

Water boils
Lamb roasts
Bread bakes
Fish fries

Past noon, the night
Frowns, glowers
This day of shite
Shuts down

The hours pass
Slow spring beckons
The clink of glass
Spirit poured, the burn

The glow
The parched demand

More. More
There's always more.

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