Aesthetic Winter Solstice – A Poem

An old man with cold hands reaches out in embrace

and every leaf from every tree falls down right into place

Branches droop depressed under the weight of quiet snow

The river carries chunks of ice that bob in it’s pious flow

a soft violet glow emanates from the moon up above

and its light reflects off the snow: shiny diamond dust

an owl spreads its wings and leaps out of a pine tree

leaving a trace of color against the sky, so bright and so clean

Admittedly, Aesthetic pleasure this intense frightens me

Kantian Sublimity; and I know that I should just get up and leave, but…

but I just… want to stay here… I just. want to. stay here


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