Psalm for a Solstice
Solstitial shakes and Samhain shivers
Ripple out on distant rivers.
Rumblings of the season's stride
Make quakes on Gaia's lumpen hide.
Seisms seize the torn terrain
And crack it with ecstatic strain.
Signs of winter's coming pall
Stir to quicken gloaming's fall.
The timbre of a growing breeze
Lowers fore the waiting freeze.
The sounds it carries slow and glower.
What once was frantic now is dour.
A muddled message they convey
In nervous dirge and hazy lay.
The tidal rise of that refrain
Reaches peak as summer's slain.