Solstice
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1 min readDec 22, 2018
Immense silence:
a ruined garden
crushed by winter.
Ghosts exhale white.
Tone of a bell
when sound stops.
Resounding emptiness.
A gelid, hibernal hush.
Brumal point
between
dark and light,
day and night.
Oh wie einsam
endet der Abenwind.
Deep in frozen soil
spring struggles
to be born again.
Wait for it…
