Anaïs, Anaïs;
Litha has passed
and we are left
to mourn the coming
autumnal balance, for
creatures such as we
crave the severe
and eschew
this gentle world.
Travel with me to
The Tropic of Capricorn
and leave behind
the ever shrinking
days of Cancer.
There we can live
in eternal summer
and Black Spring.
Grieve not my love,
for with the arrival
of Yoole’s long nights,
Sirius shall align
with Orion’s belt
and point us back
to the elliptical
apex, and June.
SMG
(Excerpt from "Another Hotel Room")