Solstice in the Wings
I feel the presence of your love,
though your absence
can be very large still.
Perhaps it’s the many
challenges and changes
I’ve had to process
in the past several months
that has me missing you anew.
I walk to our river,
fill with memories
of the four of us
frolicking there
in every season.
A gentle combination
of sadness and hope
swirls and settles
as I realize
they have been
consistent companions
since your death,
hope usually the stronger
of the two.
As I return home,
I raise my eyes
to a crescent moon
cradled by branches
of a tree we planted together
when we first moved in.
Waxing and setting in the gloaming
with the Solstice in the wings.
Well, there it is…
Hope, Love,
and the promise of Light
win the day,
even in the uncertainty and isolation
of a global pandemic.
Sarah Carlson
December 18, 2020
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