Olenka a lover of the celestial..
by Teig Hogan
a week before the solstice
the hunter yet travels North
his belts aligned due East
and West
his sword is towards the South
what NEWS he harbinges
I'll not deign to know
yet before he must retreat
I'll bet there will be snow
may you go back from whence you came
don't worry me a thing
for I am old and cold and not so bold
and waiting for the spring
I'd rather not observe you
upon my northern sky
for when at last you dip for good
another year's gone by
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