There’s something about solstices and equinoxes that turns my creative mind to nature. My talented husband Ron DeKett wandered with his camera down the steep path behind our house to Love Creek at the bottom of the ravine we call ours. He found beauty. (And below is a poem to accompany it). Happy Solstice!
Winter Solstice at Love Creek (2016)
Snow shouldering bare-limbed
flows down to a silent stream’s
Is it enough
when trouble is too much
with us and both eyes sting
from hate’s rebuke?
It will have to be.