Poems from Winter Solstice – 26th December 2020

Soft the air
the swan’s glide

the stones underneath

across the river
the departed ship

see the cormorant dive.



Looking for the river
by the banks

Hours we walked
over and under

There were geese and swans
and crowds

but the river showed
no face nor sound.



An older man
at the open door,

From such difficulties
they rose, she says.

On the quiet street
with its vestibules.



Today, the seagulls sailed

and the graveyard paths

crossed by sunlight and memory.


Author: Workers' Archive

Covering sensitivity at work and beyond on my website: https://samuelaliblog.wordpress.com/

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