After Solstice

(remembering Budbill)


Photo Credit: Murray Douglas


I’m going home to Barton by way of
Craftsbury, after hearing The Master speak
at the Galaxy Bookstore. Passing frozen
and glassy Eligo, I’m thinking,  Hey, I’m
pretty sure this hill wasn’t this steep when I
came through here before, this rockface wasn’t
inching down toward the road, itching to
reach out and snag my fender last time, was it?
No matter. All hills will be leveled, all
rocks fade away, the same way sound
fades away on Cold Mountain, the way
there’s nothing but frosbite and a high,
translucent moon to remind you you’re alive
and sitting behind the wheel, going nowhere.

One thought on “After Solstice

  1. Ron.: Enjoy! 😀
    My visiting, replying, commenting and the like have fallen a little by the wayside of late, for which I apologise, but wanted to call by today and wish you a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year!

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