Song for the Solstice

[readerjane]

We spent the autumn
stroking
toward the bottom of the quarry,
thinking –
Can't be too much deeper,
any colder, all that darker.
Proving
there was always
lower still to go.

We reached the nadir.
Bracing
our feet against the bedrock
we shoved –
Desperately determined,
kicking, shooting
struggling skyward
toward the light we know.

Comments

[maia]

Oh, readerjane.

This is beautiful.

Thank you.

[readerjane]

Thank you, Maia!
I was hoping you would like it. 🙂

[rynogeny]

Oh, that really is lovely. And so true, particularly this year. Onward and upward.

[readerjane]

Thanks! I'm glad that connotation came across.

[stop_thinking]

From someone who has her feet caught in the weeds, this was a welcome knife! xx

[readerjane]

Aww. Glad if it helped!

[superbadgirl]

Lovely. Bittersweet, yet hopeful.

[readerjane]

Thank you.