Midwinter

It’s full night now when I walk home from work. Barcelona’s brief winter has arrived with a sharp, cold bluster. As I head down hill from Vallvidrera, the evening star shines low, fat, and bright, and yes, Christmas is in the air. 


              Midwinter

Something always quickens in midwinter.
Perhaps a babe?
Perhaps some slouching beast…

The stars grow cold, and one, more bright.
We plan the ancient feast
and build the fire, and stare at flames.
The solstice gives us pause.
And somehow we will find the strength,
to dine with our in-laws.

Note: the Poolside Laureate is fortunately blessed with wonderful in-laws!

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