Another Solstice
Another Patry to Appreciate the Darkness
Ukulele strumming. A flower chain around my neck.
Satyrs dancing together. They wear flannel.
Does the dew stick to their horns? Do they
like the way the leaves crunch under their hooves?
I’m just sitting here on my tree stump,
thinking of heroic couplets and love
letters. Those eloquent lines hanging
out a pretty mouth.
We couldn’t surrender to the night.
We couldn’t surrender to the cold.
We kept playing our songs. We kept
dancing under the moonlight. We warmed
ourselves with cider and tea.
I might have a crush on a bearded satyr.
His eyes behind silver spectacles.
He’d look cute with a pocket watch
and matching cufflinks.
Another few strums of the ukulele. My friends
playing bells, drums, and vibraphones.
A soiree in the forest. Another solstice,
another party to appreciate the darkness.
Hold my hand, and let’s head
into the thick of it. Hold my hand,
and let’s chase after the moon.
The sun wants to hide and sleep.
The moon wants to guide and creep.
