Untitled — December

Rumpled and wan, he arrives late to work

Complaints of horse trouble, the balky harness cold in the dark night

He works poorly, his thin effort dim with none of the brilliance evident in days past

A sour woolly-mouthed student, morning-fogged by last night’s wine, he leaves, having barely arrived,

with much undone, his patrons cry and rail, pleading and beseeching

Chagrined, Helios again assents weakly to do better, to try harder, as he always does,

And we always believe him.


The winter solstice is a special and introspective time for me. This is my first poem on Medium, so if you like it, please tap the little green heart below.

Here’s last year’s entry. “The Journey”

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