Solstice
by Robyn Sarah
A sly gift it is that on the year’s
shortest day, the sun
stays longest in this house –
extends the wand of its slow
slant and distant squint
farthest into the long depths
of our wintry rooms – to touch with
tremulous light, interior places
it has not lit before.
From Questions About the Stars (Brick Books, 1998 and 2012)
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