Winter Solstice 2016

 A rare, bright  December day today

Mouths on my leg, I am an octopus
 Inky cloud that known longing
draws the curtain down, the thought of you devouring me

 Dizzying tentacles, cranes moving cargo
the countless goods for trade,
 totems of primeval attachment

Giant grasshoppers
foraging on Elysian  greens
laying to waste  the ravishing

Illuminated, draped with unmovable clouds
refusing to cry collected tears, the mountains sparkle
a myriad of streams swelling with their ire

I am old, dreams still moored, desires yet to be launched
buckling from haste and guarding the safety of lair
this aberrant love the lone light to winter's grey

Be still, be filled, be grateful
on this solstice day,
a darling consolation of brilliance dawning

I will refuse food, I will sever my third arm, to mate with you