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'Note for the Solstice, and all things living' timothy r gates, 12/21/2007

writing a note to the Solstice,
here she arrives for rest,
difficult the summer's tread
giving way through fall's hues,
she pulls up her blanket over her head,
makes quite a fuss at first,
then falls off to sleep,
seemingly in a blessed repose.
All things living join in,
needing their sabbath as well,
some will die,
some will forage with difficulty,
some will wait for spring.
If Solstice receives my note first,
maybe she'll dream of me
instead of sugar-plums dancing.
If she reads it first,
maybe she'll pull me in
under her winter's quilt.
If she ponders my words,
maybe she'll simply smile,
knowing that my repose is needed too.
We do come to this gifted time,
as lovers well spent,
not letting go, holding on through the night.
Morning will come,
resurrection again,
AXIOS! AXIOS! KALOS PASCHA! ANASTI!
We come again,
out of the Earth's tomb,
we dance, again.
If she doesn't read my Solstice note,
maybe she'll know nonetheless,
I will be there in the spring.
We'll sing and dance,
as lovers do,
until well spent,
ready for Winter's Solstice dreams.
Again.