Silver Solstice By Cindy Hill Pale sun slides low across the silver sky and softly spins a thread of silver light to hold the force of day against the night, the all-entombing darkness to defy. Like mycorrhizal filaments through earth or water pulsing up through bedrock fault, Light lives, though buried deep within a vault, like seeds that slumber, dreaming of rebirth. Silver mist of dawn slips through the oak, envelops twigs of ash and birch and beech. Silver tendrils slip and wrap and reach, bright maje … (read more)
