Susan Hawthorne #173 winter solstice

four decades ago on winter solstice
I spent a break in the country
walking through the bush I spied
some little stalks with hats
I picked them and the stem turned blue
I knew this sign and returned
to the open fire and the couch
and spent the day contemplating
the universe    it was the last time
and the day remains with me
silent solitude warmth visions