Solstice is (New Poem by Polly Castor)
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Seed in Good Soil (pastel) by Polly CastorSolstice 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
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