#writephoto: Solstice

A serpent’s tail poem in response to Sue Vincent’s Thursday photo prompt. I might get a story out of it too.

By the light of the rising sun,

dun trees dance naked beneath

leafless sky. Boughs bend,

(fends stone, this icy air),

their spindle limbs leaping,

seeping sap-blood chilled,

spilled upon the frosty grass.

Glass-green and brittle, the light,

night shadows chased away,

daybreaks, and boreal winds among the dancers sway.

Stay here awhile, watch sol invictus soar high,

sky-igniting, and feathered firebirds fly.

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