Solstice Turning

Veiled in velvet darkness, you step over the threshold

To shed past selves, behind you, layers of bitter-sweet leavings

One season passing, uncertain, into the arms of another

Unwrapping farewells

Trying not to look back, so long

Shepherding small sorrows, grateful grief

You must let go if you wish to arrive

Not knowing, how another season will greet you

When all you have, is no more or less

Than matchstick plans

Betwixt and between your selves

Rising. Remember. Seasons have returned you before.

Into someone new, Beloved

Now. Striking the path of most resistance

A threadbare spark, alighting

Hands cupped, upholding you

Into regeneration