As the Summer sun sang out today, I thought joyfully of all the energy and warmth coming our Summer way. Here, in celebration of cold and coming warmth – a poem written for my first Canberra Winter Solstice. A party with poems, new friends, puppets and pumpkin soup.
Icy wind blew blue-black trees
tickled ice out between birds wings – taking flight
under full moon, half moon, no moon, new night -
and breaking bitter twisted twig under cold,
foraging foot – went searching for the frozen river
at the centre of the swirling stubborn frost.
Icy wind – drawing dry blunt fingers which fumble
cold and clumsy, against tasks outside; chopping wood
and inside; loosening and doing buttons on woollen jumpers
and opening jar lids of golden pears and conserves,
capturing summer’s sugars for firesides.
Icy wind finding frosted car bonnets and cold noses.
Icy wind bringing in shivers from ancient ice.
Icy wind blowing, icy wind blowing,
icy wind blowing the winter in.
Icy wind getting lonely – watching the water thawing
and the grass getting green.
Icy wind getting lonely, watching the coming of spring.
- Canberra 2011