Metamorphosis ( a poem for the Winter Solstice)

                                 Christian Schole

' Throw your dreams,
into space like a kite,
and you do not know ,
what it will bring back,
a new life,
a new friend,
a new love,
a new country'
- Anais Nin

Sunrise at Newgrange

Sunset at Stonehenge,
and  the veil is drawn 
gliding under  shifting skies,

following  earths trembling hum

the thunder of life's mutation
imagination awakens,, loses wings

impatient and a little crazy
lets words escape, beyond control,
into spaces unafraid of weight.

The dance of transformation
hooks and catches, follows whirling path,
flowing in winds sowing filter
navigates uncharted space,
without borders restrictive figuration
turns nothing into edges everlasting pulse,

remember loved ones, those gone far to soon.

do not forget to engage, deeply with your own soul

And in the blessed  morning

as time comes round again,

opens up its brilliant rays
reconstructs our roots,
supplements our need
releases again the delicate
                  seeds of dream,
slipping chrysalis's of survival
deep into futures hungry realm,

on the shortest day of the year

 toast the sun king's return.

Happy Winter Solstice
heddwch/peace