{"id":95146,"date":"2021-06-26T18:22:45","date_gmt":"2021-06-26T22:22:45","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=95146"},"modified":"2021-06-26T18:22:45","modified_gmt":"2021-06-26T22:22:45","slug":"winter-solstice-2","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2021\/06\/winter-solstice-2\/","title":{"rendered":"winter solstice"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>we kiss the solstice hello<br \/>\nan embrace of darkness<br \/>\nand all that is holy there<br \/>\nthe fallow garden<br \/>\nthe dancing sheets<br \/>\nthe baking bread<br \/>\nthe beating heart<br \/>\nthe daffodil bulbs under the winter snow<\/p>\n<p>we sit on the beach<br \/>\nat the reservoir<br \/>\nand watch the moon rise<br \/>\nover wintry tides<br \/>\na cup of hot chocolate in the thermos<br \/>\nand we make a sandcastle<br \/>\ntogether<br \/>\nand bless the sacred shadows<br \/>\nof a home that will wash away with the next storm<\/p>\n<p>I&#8217;d like to linger for a while<br \/>\nmy hand in yours<br \/>\nyour heart in mine<br \/>\nas the moon glides into the night<br \/>\nfor this is where dreams are born<br \/>\nin solstice balancing<br \/>\nand this is where gratitude is potent<br \/>\nin the now<br \/>\nin the gray<br \/>\nin the cold inside my mittens<br \/>\nin the empty branches of the oak:<br \/>\nto say &#8220;thank you&#8221; here is<br \/>\nserenity<\/p>\n<p>we walk back to the parking lot<br \/>\nwith candles, not flashlights<br \/>\nand prayers<br \/>\noh, so many prayers<br \/>\nas a coyote howls her own supplications<br \/>\nthe bare branches of the oak<br \/>\nsway in a nighttime rocking, a Mother&#8217;s soothing lullaby<br \/>\nfor winter solstice is the fullness<br \/>\nof knowing<br \/>\nthat we start from where we are<br \/>\nnot where we wish to be<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>we kiss the solstice hello an embrace of darkness and all that is holy there the fallow garden the dancing sheets the baking bread the beating heart the daffodil bulbs under the winter snow we sit on the beach at the reservoir and watch the&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":803,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[13],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-95146","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-miscellaneous"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/95146","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/803"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=95146"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/95146\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":95432,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/95146\/revisions\/95432"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=95146"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=95146"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=95146"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}