weep not that the world changes
in all of your wanderings; open
to the oblivion that softly
wipes away the stain of yesterday
open still to the shifting of love,
to pleasure short-lived, inconstant,
to the welcome morning with its rays
of kindness and bitter clarity
open again to a thrill of hope,
young limbs yearning to be entangled,
to stern, hard-featured pain, also
dying quickly with long shadows
open all to the baptism of remorse,
to the bewitching, shifting landscape,
stars deep felt showing new, glow
dark, hesitant, this night above all
— with many words borrowed from William Cullen Bryant’s sonnet, Mutation, and one or two other sources.
Poems from in between 
6 responses to “Solstice”
I love poetry…always impressed by persons who can throw words together like that and it reads so beautifully
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Thank you! This is very kind for you to say. Thanks for stopping by!
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“welcome morning with its rays
of kindness and bitter clarity” my fave.
Beautiful verse. ***
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Thank you. I am so glad you liked it. Trying to not be saccharine this time of year.
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I love the gentle insistence of “open,” “the bewitching, shifting landscape,” all so beautiful and perfect for this ending–and beginning–time of year.
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Thank you! It started with that first line which I stole from William Cullen Bryant. 🙂 I tried to see how much I could take from his poem and if I could do an erasure poem. But it did not work out that way …
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