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Solstice
They walk in solemn silence cowled
each with head bowed low
defending cloistered world from
cawing of the crow which calls but cannot fly
against the razor-sharp north gale
there are ice tears in my eye as I pass by
Driven onwards by the wind
pinballed into knee-high blaze
have they heard a calling bell
though sound is ripped away
what urgency what duty
might have called them on this day?
but I plod into sparkling frost
on garden trees and shrubs and grasses
as the noon-time solstice passes
lit by lowest south-east sun
hearetened by a hint of spring
yet winter is by no means done
I and my twin dancing partner
jiving hurtling down the street
stagger into distance
still conjoined at the feet
to vanish into nowhere
where wood and railings meet
The crow has met a pigeon
grasping high upon the tiles
neither will yield space but
both will have their say
not they nor magpie screeching hawk
will be in luck today