New Year's Day, Letter Gorman Winter Solstice Poem by Chris Lane

The long low hills
Blanketed by the Seas
Rolling fog.

As a haste-less light
Sparks the east:
December’s day dawn.

A Sólás river
Flows up the Glen
Renewing the places

That in the shadows had been.
The moment was brief
Still long enough,

Confirming to all
That the New Year
Had begun.

In the light breeze
The Sceach grove waved
As an eerie bark to silence faded.

Towards the West
A lone red fox
Was running.