WINTER SOLSTICE
Shortest of days
Exquisite punctuation.
The golden egg
Hatching new time.
Birth-waters reflect still,
Cold blue skies.
Mist in the mountains,
Mist in the valleys.
Those that can,
Continue.
All others expire,
Release
Returning from the edges
To the centre.
simonhlilly 
Simon, this is a poem to turn over again and again in my mind. Exquisite punctuation indeed.
Thank you so much!
The winters of my youth, in connecticut, were like that. Words are often triggers.
Love your photographs! Yes I have a thing for black and white photography. What camera are you using?
“The golden egg/hatching new time” reminds of the golden mean concept.
Hello.
This is a selection of photos from my files using a variety of cameras, mainly SLR s and compacts.
Golden egg is a reference to “hiranyagarbha” the golden egg of creation in Hinduism ( as well as the egg -sun analogy found in many other cosmologies)
Excellent “Golden Egg” reference, simonhilly. Thank you for clarifying your poetic intention. Namaste
Beautiful! Both poem and image.
It’s been naggng me that I’d overlooked things vaguely remembered reading here, simon. 🙂 I like this poem very much, but I think the other does work better–especically with the sounds of the Russian song playing while reading it. Merci.