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Winter Solstice

Winter willow.
Solstice, skimming

like water fowl
on wet limp grass.

The bus stops.
Doors buzz closed.

Cerebral chatter
despite the brain chill.

Flakes of true temperate talk.
Glimmering through the window,

the winter solstice willow.
Bus announces Farnborough Park.

Old boy’s apology, he squeezes by.
A parent with child speaks of accident,

where child chucks hot chocolate all over her.
Festive cheer all the way here, fun, frolics.

Winter solstice, willow weeping.
Wide awake on the shortest day.

About Geraldine Ward

Geraldine Ward has been writing and performing various forms of poetry and prose from an early age, and is a regular contributor at the London Farrago Poetry Slam nights. She has published a number of books including the "Now" collection, and has featured in other publications including Katie Metcalfe's "Beautiful Scruffiness" series of magazines.


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