Two poems for the coming Solstice.
The first is The Iron Hand from Barbara Walsh, who is in the process of establishing her own WordPress site:
The Iron Hand
The iron-hard earth imprisons life below
Cold darkness, gripping life that glows
But not to conquer or destroy;
That life now sleeping waits to grow
Till winter’s touch so cold yet needed.
Releases gentle fingers new to spring’s caress
Waves goodbye to winter’s tending
Starts the cycle never ending
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