Winter Solstice

​Standing on the cusp of my life
a thin wisp of a moment granted me
for musing, for questions

Looking at the past, its fleeting seconds,
what have I gleaned, what will I keep
to cherish, to ponder deep in my heart

Looking to the future from the edge of forever,
can I see dimly, what can I dream into being,
what is mine to do

In this place at this moment, hushed,
I stand still with the sun,
Solstice Being I Am​