Solstice Poem – Ancient Times

Ancient times ago,

before the birth

of written words

the world hunkered down

between the grip

of winter

and waited,

humans half-hibernating,

sleepwalking

through long frigid nights,

and brittle glass days,

curling into woolens

like corkscrews,

conserving energy

for the great burst of spring.

All winter,

we rested,

pulled in tight

to our cores,

replenishing wells

run dry,

filling up our souls

with rest

stillness,

and silence.

– by Rivera Sun