Poem for a Winter Solstice

Photo by Kacper Szczechla

One morning you raise the east window blinds
and there is the sun, hunched on the horizon,
doing its best to break free, shunting aside
a few clouds as it hoists itself in readiness to skate
a frigid rink of sky, firing that cloud layer
with an intense roseate glow, deceptive warmth.

This is winter morning, you say to yourself,
but then you realize – and it comes as a shock –
that the sun has risen so far south, you feel
your house has been wrenched a quarter-twist
to the right while you slept. You check your watch –
Migod, it’s coming nine o’clock.
When did this happen?

The wall calendar tells you it’s December,
but something deep within you has clung
to the lingering warmth of snowless autumn.
The body deplores this retreat towards the dark,
the dimming days, the physical affront of cold.
Already, unseen crevices within us are busy
re-programming the spirit for spring.

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About Glen Sorestad

Glen Sorestad is a Saskatoon writer of poetry and prose. He served as Saskatchewan's first Poet Laureate (2000-2004), becoming Canada's first provincially appointed poet laureate. Glen is the author of over twenty books of poetry and has written and published many short stories. His poetry has been translated into eight languages, has been broadcast on radio in several countries, and has appeared in over 70 anthologies and textbooks as well as literary magazines, journals and e-zines across North America and in other countries. He has given over 400 public readings throughout Canada and in nearly twenty states, in France, Norway, Finland, Slovenia and Cuba. Glen can be reached by email at sorstd@sasktel.net
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