Shapechangers in Winter


Some centuries ago, when we lived at the edge
of the forest, on nights like this
you would have put on your pelt of a bear
and shambled off to prowl and hulk
among the trees, and be a silhouette of human
fears against the snowbank.
I would have chosen fox;
I liked the jokes,
the doubling back on my tracks,
and, let’s face it, the theft.

This is the solstice, the still point
of the sun, its cusp and midnight,
the year’s threshold
and unlocking, where the past
lets go of and becomes the future;
the place of caught breath, the door
of a vanished house left ajar.

Excerpted from Margaret Atwood, Shapechangers in Winter.

One response to “Shapechangers in Winter

  1. Wonderful poetry –precisely captures what the Solstice is all about– accepting and embracing change.

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