Winter Solstice 2016 by Ron DeKett
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
shadows
flows down to a silent stream’s
mute beauty.
Is it enough
when trouble is too much
with us and both eyes sting
from hate’s rebuke?
It will have to be.
–Nan Lundeen
Solstice Tree Photo by Ron DeKett
Summer Solstice Tree
Saluda, North Carolina
by: Nan Lundeen
On Summer Solstice
this Blue Ridge
Mountain
stream
the tumbling
Pacolet
turns white
draped
over Pearson’s Falls,
turns dark
wending between
boulders
rolls under
leaved
limbs
past turtles
orange jewelweed
plantain leaf sedge
hydrangea white and wild
scent of mint
skirts sand
bearing
bobcat prints
black bear
scat
roasting
thrums
his jazz tune
ever improv
whoosh-slap-lap
nudges
a block
of mossy rock
set in by a childlike
God
one day.
Bravely
holding
itself above the fray
a tiny tree
rises
from
the middle of the block
rooted
in such a precarious
spot
eternal
in the now
having chosen
sun.