Midwinter Solstice in the Forest 2025
Behind us in the Forest
the little stream, Le Clair Ruisseau,
has found its voice, roars and thunders
now after the summer’s drought,
throws itself over banks and boulders.
Stream copper, woods all neon green
with moss, rusty with leaf-fall. Storm after storm
has brought trees down like spillikins
to lean at crazy angles, on their sisters.
At dusk on this the shortest day
as we emerge, the tallest silver birch
on the edge, just a month ago crowned
in gold, hosts right at its tip
a single thrush, singing us
over the threshold.
© Roselle AngwinSolstice blessings to you all, and as always thank you for joining me here.
"a single thrush, singing us
over the threshold."
Just beautiful Roselle, here I heard singing a gold crest and a nuthatch, both from their own chosen perches singing their solstice songs. Happy in-between days xx
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