blessed solstice

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Solstice Poem by Margaret Atwood

This is the solstice, the still point

of the sun, its cusp and midnight,

the year’s threshold

and unlocking, where the past

lets go of and becomes the future;

the place of caught breath, the door

of a vanished house left ajar.

Comments

[hazelwindows.livejournal.com]

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[suzanna-o.livejournal.com]

Happy solstice ❤️

[one-raido.livejournal.com]

I love this. The poem and the photo.

[morrigan716.livejournal.com]

I loove Margaret Atwood!

[stardust1161.livejournal.com]

Nice picture!