Solstice

CHASTE
Seizes chase
And haste
And ties them up
In a nought.

They struggle,
Because Nothing
Makes no promises.
And tells no lies.
What waits in the
Valley of Emptiness
Keeps it’s secret in Silence.
Yields not to forethought,
And won’t give a hint.
It demands my Presence
On this dark day of Winter
Wet, damp, dead, moist,
Rotting leaves, grey sky.

Beauty Still.