solstice
a solstice
arriving and departing
like any regular visitor
and the music plays
distances
over the next few
moments
it's only a low thrum
of organ drone
quietly
in a church somewhere
I'll never go
this feels like the last
of these years
the last buzz and gentle hum
of memory
as it scrapes and dents
the damp ground
(no frost exists)
and disappears