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WINTER Solace
If winter solstice were a vegetable it would be a candy cane beet deep, burrowing ornament of inside stripes sweet baked in a bed of chilled soil it would be swished and washed swirled down to the far meadows of darkness with hot chai, dark and spicy beneath peaks of white froth it would ride a horse drawn carriage down a tree sheltered path narrow and straight into the longest night ever wearing a cashmere wassail coat midnight blue with blood red silk circled around the shoulders nothing underneath but spells, potions, prayers to soften the cold floors of the ebony shadowed months to come it would clop clop clop along to the scamper music of mice waltzing through leftovers the Cheshire-amused cat looking on too well-feasted and glassy-eyed from lapping up cheese and turkey to stage the great chase instead letting the tilt chase the sun all the way to Australia surfing and sunning down under that other solstice six months away from winter waking the Pacific Coast solace the planet turns |
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