Solstice Morning and Other Poems
This is a Disabled Pagan Voices Project Submission Solstice MorningThe morning of the solstice,a new moon rose.Ash clouds hinder the viewas fresh winds blow.Colder than we`re used to,as fresh rain freshens the show.Scarlet rows string,birds bicker on branches,juicy, sour, appetising;Chicks cheap,begging beneath.The bird feeder,full of squabbles,tiny claws grip and beaks gape;the rhythmic tinkering,imitates the bands…