beaded trout

Solstice

Shall we dance
under a slender moon?
Shall we roar and stamp,
tumble onto oak leaves;
smell dirt dried
by months of drought;
revel about,
disturb the dreams of ants,
the rutting of moles?
Shall we?
Shall we forget
those who danced
here before us?
Who coupled and wept,
who swept away dreams
beneath silent trees
or untangled new ones from moonbeams?
We shall dance under this Solstice moon.
We shall dance and weep as the seasons themselves
clasp and twist,
rage together
only to part.
Like them, we shall invent love this Solstice night
and later be forgotten.

Linda Boyden


contents of issue 4

A Tip From the Butterflies
Nicole Savage

At The Stomp Dance
Linda Rodriguez

Gone Dancing
Deborah A. Miranda

Solstice
Linda Boyden

Time of the Circle Dance
Mary Jean Robertson

Un-Dance
Nazbah Tom


Linda Boyden Biography

Linda Boyden writes children's books and poetry. She's a member of the Society of Children's Book Writers and Illustrators and Wordcraft Circle of Native American Writers and Storytellers. Visit www.lindaboyden.com


Permission to publish poems in this one context was granted by the authors, who unless otherwise specified, hold copyright on these works.