Solstice is (New Poem by Polly Castor)

Seed in Good Soil (pastel) by Polly Castor

Solstice is

Solstice is like a seed,
buried in the dark earth,
potential, waiting, reaching,
cresting the surface at last,
discovering the yummy light.

Solstice is like a bud,
with tightly fisted, creased petals,
tucked inward, biding their time,
until the relief of a sudden,
stretching release.

Solstice is a fulcrum,
a hinge opening toward vitality,
tipping, unfurling, extending,
thirsty for illumination,
now finally slurping.

by Polly Castor 12/19/23

Heavy Bud (acrylic) by Polly Castor