Winter Solstice

21 Dec


He thinks about her.

He is sipping red wine. It fills his mouth with grape and his heart with hope.  Outside it is still raining.

Earlier he had walked the hounds in a brief respite from the deluge.  There had been a delayed monsoon waiting in the dying-leaved trees.

A hidden sun had set invisibly over his grey, sodden, dripping village before four o’clock. The afternoon had been swallowed up by night without a whimper

It is the shortest day.

He lives by the seasons and can already feel the change. The days will lengthen from now. It is a clean, beckoning, hungry new page.

He will write her name on it.

He does not know who she is. And yet he already senses her presence in his life.

He cannot be sure if they have yet made contact, chased shadows, crossed borders, traded smiles, touched hands, exchanged truths, offered up words, or painted pictures on a blank canvas.

He is unable to tell if they are already gently familiar or are completely unconnected strangers.

Yet he is certain, at this change of the solstice, that she is there.  For him.

So he takes another sip and leans back into the soft, comfortable leather of his chair.

He can almost smell her scent on his fingers.



I was certain I had posted a short piece some time ago inspired by the winter solstice which, in the northern hemisphere, is today. I eventually found it under the title ‘Her scent’. I had actually written it in 2012. Time flies.

Much has changed since then. Sadly one of the hounds mentioned in the piece has recently died. The village has been swapped for an even smaller one. And I have left behind a business life in order to write and do other things.

But it seems to capture the day and the time. So I have posted it again, with a new title to celebrate the day. But with the same art. It know it meant something to me at the time.


© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Painting by Thomas Saliot


Posted by on December 21, 2017 in Poetry, Still Life


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10 responses to “Winter Solstice

  1. Romina

    December 21, 2017 at 4:46 pm

    So beautiful x

    Liked by 1 person

  2. House of Heart

    December 21, 2017 at 5:40 pm

    This is beautiful Mr. D. Although it is solstice we have not had a change in the weather so it is especially delightful to read your lovely words and experience vicariously the changing season.

    Liked by 1 person

  3. curioussearch

    December 21, 2017 at 6:24 pm

    Wonderful artwork once again. You have a good eye with matching the art to your words.

    Liked by 1 person

  4. HotBottoms

    December 21, 2017 at 7:13 pm

    Wonderful! Absolutely love this.

    Liked by 1 person

  5. CuteFaceAI

    December 22, 2017 at 12:49 pm

    I find myself wishing for an epilogue 🙂 A beautiful, intriguing piece, Mr RD. I wish you well with your writing and other adventures.

    Liked by 1 person


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