Hibernal Solstice
We gather in wetlands in rain
to celebrate sunless winter solstice
reading poems.
Four of us on Heron Boardwalk Trail
cross river from Towpath Trail,
ice on water, water in air.
Papers limp wet with word sing
our story teller mission
of the would of may.
In this nature nurture spread,
where four or more we flock,
there in poem we are.
Unknown shamans
stumblebum dancing
working the lurking away.
~ Steven B. Smith